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(Mood: Chase Atlantic - Swim )

Tonight’s party is important, hence why Jeongguk is dressed to impress.

He feels stiff in his new Prada suit, the collar taut against his neck and his blazer slim-fitting over his waist. Everyone here is dressed in luxurious, expensive brands and they all reek of affluence. Everyone here plays a significant role in their individual empires, in the cumulation of their wealth. Where Jeongguk should feel grateful for their contributions and their hard work, he feels budding resentment instead.

Jeongguk stands on the staircase, assuming a position so he can overlook everybody else in the ballroom. He sips from his champagne flute, swallowing down the pleasant bubbly substance that helps him slip away from a restless mind.

From up here, he can see everything. He can see who’s interacting with who, if there’s any unfamiliar faces and whether his associates are keeping in check. Jeongguk’s been put on duty by his father, a mission to collect any suspicious information and report back to him.

Jeongguk fumbles with his necktie that’s pressing up against his windpipe, cursing under his breath. He despises formal wear and yet, he’s expected to adorn in three-piece suits more often than not. Nearly everyday of his life.

His father stands in the middle of the ballroom. No doubt, he’s demanding all the attention to be diverted towards himself. He’s gesturing in the air with his hands, animatedly explaining an unloyal associate that made one of their business deals fall through.

Jeongguk smirks bitterly to himself, busying his expression with a sip of the champagne. That man who claims to be his father, who stands upon his followers and preaches about loyalties is the same man who is guilty of fraud. Tax evasion. Infringement.

He has to deflect his attention before the fury threatens to boil over. It’s been growing under his nerves, travelling vividly through his veins. He can’t have a breakdown over his father amidst an important party.

Instead, Jeongguk looks in the other direction. He finds the man he’s been potentially looking for, subconsciously seeking out for. Jimin.

Jimin is standing next to his secretary, Yoongi. They normally attend these events together, sticking by each other’s side so they never have to communicate with other people. Yoongi is muttering under his breath, leaning right into Jimin’s personal space.

To exert a force of dominance, to demand Jimin’s attention on him - he keeps his eyes fixed on Jimin.

Eventually, Jimin receives the hint.

He looks away from his secretary, up towards Jeongguk. His gaze halters and his intense, gleaming orbs burn into Jeongguk’s for a long moment. Neither of them move as they stare at each other from across the ballroom, considerable distance between them.

Jimin looks breathtakingly alluring tonight. He’s wearing a velvet royal blue suit with embellished jewels, they sparkle underneath the dull lighting of the party. He’s wearing a matching collar, snug against his neck and no doubt, Jimin’s probably struggling to breathe properly. He’s garnished with makeup, the hints of glitter evident on his eyelids and his eyeliner smoked in his waterline.

It’s unfair, it’s cruel that Jimin’s been granted with such grace. He’s provocative and yet, he holds such elegance with the way he walks, he talks. He masters both extremes, making him an attractive, desirable man. Everyone’s eyes turn to Jimin at events.

Jeongguk swallows down the lump growing in his throat, washing down his sinful wandering thoughts with a sip of his drink. There’s a time and a place for everything and a public event that demands Jeongguk’s presence isn’t a wise idea.

But Jimin’s keeping their contact intact, his lips quirk upwards with a purposeful look painting over his face. He has the nerve to tease even amongst important figures.

He has the nerve to look haughty even he knows Jeongguk can drag Jimin’s name through the mud and back, he can cause their entire business and empire to go extinct if he tried to do so. They own 20% of Park’s business, after all. 20% of the Park’s fortune is all the Jeon’s.

Jimin raises a brow, suggestively biting his lip.

Jeongguk finds himself chuckling in disbelief, shaking his head as he starts to walk down the stairs. He breaks their eye contact, focusing on somewhere else in the party. If his father is aware that they’re interacting, it’ll cause a disruption that Jeongguk’s not prepared to deal with. He’ll never be prepared to deal with.

He walks towards the open bar, itching for another champagne. He needs to intoxicate himself if he wants to get through this event till the end merrily.

Jeongguk’s barely made it to the bar before there’s a finger tapping him on the back, drawing him out of his self-depreciating, spiralling thoughts. He doesn’t even need to turn back around to know it’s Jimin.

“What do you want?” Jeongguk questions, looking over his shoulder to look at Jimin in all his glory.

Jimin’s smile grows when they resume eye contact. “Get me a drink.”

“Get your own drink.”

The older man pouts a little, his plump lip jutting out as he steps closer. The proximity immediately envelopes Jeongguk with fervor, making goosebumps erupt on his skin underneath his blazer. The last time he had Jimin was a few nights ago in the safety of his penthouse, when he had Jimin pressed up against the wall facing out the city of Seoul, pounding him from behind.

Whilst the mere thought, the closeness is making his arousal pinge again - he’d rather not cause a scandal.

“Oh, c’mon, darling,” Jimin elongates the words, amusement dripping in his sweet tone. “One drink and I’ll reveal my surprise to you.”

Jeongguk pauses, twisting his torso to face Jimin properly. He narrows his eyes carefully upon the older man, licking his lips. Once Jimin realises he has his undivided attention, he only seems to take advantage and steps closer. He leans his weight against the counter, their chests flush together.

Jeongguk should be cautious of who can see but instead, he’s asking.

“What surprise?”

“Ah.” Jimin shakes his head, smirking. “It wouldn’t be a surprise then, would it? One drink.”

“I fucking hate you.”

Jeongguk turns to the bartender waltzing around behind the counter and deliberately requests one glass of champagne for himself.

Jimin doesn’t seem the least bit offended when he realises his wish hasn’t been fulfilled, only giggling and leaning in as he whispers.

“That’s just too bad.” Jimin tuts. “You can’t see these lace panties I have on for you, then.”

He knows what he’s doing. Jimin excels at being a tease, using his charisma and his good looks as his lethal weapon. As quick as that, he’s withdrawing himself and attempting to wander off into the swarm of bodies in the ballroom.

Jeongguk’s quicker though. He reaches out, grabbing ahold of Jimin’s forearm and gently but firmly tugging him back.

It’s a risky act to commit to in a crowded party where everything’s on the line but his body has already heated up, there’s a fire starting in the pits of his stomach. He’s consumed by want, want, lust. Jimin falls back into his embrace, pleased with himself.

“Lace panties? At this party?” Jeongguk clarifies, sounding a little choked up at the visual in his mind. “You were so sure you were gonna get laid, at our event?”

“Damn right I was.”

“What colour?”

Jimin giggles. “Red.”

Jeongguk’s eyes flutter shut as he inhales sharply, his imagination just doesn’t suffice. He needs the physical picture. He can imagine Jimin’s perky ass adorned in red lace panties and he knows, immediately, that he needs to see with his own two eyes.

Without thinking through his actions, he begins to pull Jimin towards the bathroom.

Jimin catches on quickly and he seems ecstatic about getting his own way. He follows without a complaint, pliant under Jeongguk’s hold and allows the other man guide them around the event discreetly.

As soon as they enter the ornate, massive bathroom - unnecessarily luxurious - Jeongguk’s pushing him into a cubicle, slamming the door and locking it.

Jimin turns to look at him and opens his mouth, assumingly about to speak, but Jeongguk clamps the palm of his hand over him.

“Don’t speak,” Jeongguk tells him seriously. He’s only being cautious for the both of them, considering that if anyone finds them here, they’ll be in trouble. “Just take what you came here to get.”

Jimin’s eyes grow under his voice being muted, swallowing audibly so that his Adam’s apple bops in his throat. He nods, turning to brace himself against the door. His hands grip onto the door, presenting his ass to Jeongguk in his tight slacks.

“You wanted to get fucked so bad that you’re willing to risk our lives?” Jeongguk says cruelly though he intends no malice. He’s here as well, after all, completely consensual from both parties because he wants Jimin just as badly. He pulls Jimin’s trousers down harshly. “Such a fucking slut for it.”

They’ve been fucking for years. They know each other’s buttons, hard limits and turn-on’s. Jeongguk knows how to treat Jimin’s body at any given occasion, knows him inside out. He knows what he’s doing right now is more than okay but he stills waits.

Jimin purrs at the degrading name, moving his hips backwards some more as if he’s growing more and more eager for it.

The red lace panties are revealed. They’re sexy and gorgeous, filling out Jimin’s ass splendfully. There’s a heart cut out in the panties, giving access to Jimin’s hole and on top of the waistband, there’s a ribbon. It’s all lace, not much material and it suits Jimin perfectly.

When Jeongguk reaches down and spreads Jimin’s ass, he has to suck in a breath when he realises Jimin has a glass plug pushed inside of him. It looks thick in width, nestling against his prostate without a doubt.

Jimin mumbles under his breath, barely audible. “I’m prepared. Just fuck me.”

Jeongguk has to compose himself for a minute, reeling in his encircling thoughts. He wants to devour Jimin and he wants to make Jimin feel it. He leans in, his mouth travelling over the nape of Jimin’s neck as he nips down harshly. His hand grip the side of Jimin’s waist, pulling him back.

Jimin gets the hint as he exhales shakily, beginning to rub his ass against Jeongguk’s crotch. The movement causes Jeongguk’s cock to stir to life, hardening as he lets out a guttural groan.

The motion must be making the plug to press against Jimin’s bundle of nerves relentlessly because he keeps whimpering, broken and needy sounds escaping his mouth. He’s way too loud and whilst that’s appreciated when they’re alone, he can’t keep releasing the obscene sounds.

Jeongguk sighs as he rips off his necktie from his collar.

“Open your mouth.”

Jimin obliges and he stuffs the necktie into Jimin’s mouth, tightening it behind his head before pushing him back against the door. Jimin attempts to gasp but this time, the sound is considerably muffled.

Jeongguk starts to concern himself with his own erection now that Jimin’s ready. He pulls his trousers down, the material pooling around his ankles as he uses his pre-come to stroke over his half-hard and growing cock. He reaches forward, holding onto the glass plug and gently easing it out of Jimin’s hole.

The plug clings on as Jimin clenches around the length, his fingers tightening where he’s attempting to hold onto the door.

“Shit,” Jeongguk breathes out, swiftfully removing the plug. He delivers a harsh spank to Jimin’s ass unexpectedly, relishing how the man jumps at the contact. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Once Jimin’s empty, he starts to wiggle his ass impatiently as he awaits for more. He’s still wet from the excessive amount of lube he used to adjust for the plug, still opened up from the girth. Jeongguk doesn’t give him any time to adjust.

He thrusts into Jimin in one smooth motion, bottoming out with no preamble.

Jimin immediately chokes on a broken gasp, hands writhing to find purchase and hold onto something. Jeongguk takes pity on his vulnerable position, grabbing ahold of his hands and pinning them behind his back as he starts to fuck Jimin mercilessly.

He pounds into Jimin like it’s the first time when they were back in the boarding school and all they knew was pure hatred for each other. He fucks Jimin like it’s the last time, like he’ll never be granted his few minutes of safe haven when he’s alone with Jimin. He’s unforgiving with his thrusts, angling upwards to hit Jimin’s prostate dead-on each time.

Jimin’s struggling, evidently. He’s trying to meet back the thrusts by moving his hips backwards, moaning under the gag that falls onto deaf ears. In the bathroom, all that can be heard is Jeongguk’s skin slamming against his.

Jeongguk reaches out, tugging at the lace panties and feeling the rough material between his fingers. There’s been many instances where Jimin wears lingerie. His fascination had started in boarding school, when he had surprised Jeongguk with women panties he had picked out and wanted to try on.

They’ve never talked about it. They don’t need to. It turns Jeongguk on and Jimin looks good in it.

“I wonder what people would say if they knew what a slut you are, for me.” Jeongguk skims along his jawline with his nose, whispering the words. “Park Jimin… taking dick from his one and only rival.”

Jimin squirms under Jeongguk’s hold, trying to free his hands and mutters a curse under the gag that sounds like ‘fuck you’.

“Shut up. You fucking love this,” Jeongguk spits out.

As Jeongguk continues to fuck him, and his orgasm starts to approach him embarrassingly quick, the bathroom door opens. Two men walk in, their conversation loud as they stand by the urinals.

They both freeze their action. Jeongguk’s still bottomed out all the way, breathing harshly as he attempts to stop his noises by biting down on Jimin’s shoulder. After a few seconds, he resumes to thrust.

Jimin’s head falls against the cubicle door, shutting his eyes painfully tight as he focuses on not letting out any sounds. Jeongguk’s concentrates on fucking him just as thoroughly as before, just quietly. The men leave minutes later, blissfully ignorant to the sinful acts taking place metres away from them.

Once the door closes once again, Jeongguk picks up the pace.

Jimin comes first, untouched from the constant pressure against his prostate. He’s whimpering by the time he’s done, spent of his orgasm as he shudders and slumps against the door. Jeongguk keeps going though he barely lasts a few minutes longer, coming deep inside of Jimin.

They take a few minutes to recover, just remaining in their positions as they focus on their breathing.

Jeongguk reaches over, taking his necktie out of Jimin’s mouth and wincing when he notices the man’s drool all over the material. He has to wear this again and reappear in the party, he has to face hundreds and make a speech.

“This was Prada, bitch,” Jeongguk mumbles angrily, pulling out of Jimin slowly and taking a clear step back.

Jimin immediately pulls his hands back, rubbing against his wrists to bring blood back to the area.

“Fucking deal with it,” Jimin says in return as he pulls his trousers back up, reaching for his plug and slipping it into the front pocket of his blazer. The audacity. Doesn’t Jimin have a single ounce of shame? “Asshole. Who said you can gag me?”

“You had no complaints. You take everything I give you.”

“Right.” Jimin rolls his eyes though he doesn’t protest against Jeongguk, adjusting himself.

Jimin unlocks the cubicle door, stepping out as he approaches the large framed mirrors. He tuts at his own appearance, hands moving fervently over his hair to smooth out the frenzy strands.

“See you around.” Jimin giggles, offering a wave before he opens the bathroom door. He pauses, looking back around. “Oh, and… congratulations, we’re officially business partners.”

“I still own your fucking ass!” Jeongguk reminds him though it goes unnoticed, Jimin’s already left and Jeongguk’s alone in the bathroom.

When Jeongguk re-emerges in the party, he finds Jimin plastered by Yoongi’s side again. He’s managed to retrieve the glass of champagne he had so eagerly wanted and now, there’s a certain glint in his eyes. Probably the satisfaction that he got what he came looking for, sex from Jeongguk.

It’s what their boundaries always have been, from the beginning: sex.

Even when they were angsty, developing teenagers, stuck in a prestigious institution - they resorted to each other for sex. A release, a way to fuck their frustration away about life and about each other. Jeongguk’s been groomed, since the very beginning, to despise Jimin with every inch of his life.

If you drill something into someone for long enough, it’ll stick. The thought will linger and create a place of home within the person’s mind. Jeongguk believes that’s happened because despite their long years of history, he feels nothing but resentment

Seokjin and Namjoon appear by his side during his trance of thoughts, Seokjin pushing a glass of champagne into his hand.

“Drink up,” Seokjin guides, sipping from his own flute. He’s newly dyed his hair blonde and the change is still disconcerting, no matter how much the older man suits the look and owns it. “Mr. Jeon’s about to make the speech and you’re going to be required to make a statement, you already know.”

The mere thought of having to stand amongst the group of people that crowd around the ballroom and speak to him makes his stomach twist. He gulps, taking the glass off Seokjin and washing it down in two quick sips.

Namjoon’s hand finds Jeongguk’s back, patting reassuringly. “You’ll be fine, Guk. You’ve done this hundred times over.”

Which is true. Jeongguk has. He’s seen enough aristocratic parties, consisting of shallow, narrow-minded businessmen who’d bury Jeongguk into the ground if they knew he was pansexual. That he likes to fuck with other men, specifically one named Park Jimin that’s supposed to be their long-time rival.

But this isn’t just any other announcement. Tonight, they’re going public with their deal with Kia motors. Two of the biggest motor vehicle companies, Jeongguk’s family and Jimin’s family are joining forces and they’re going to be working together to produce a vehicle with both of their resources.

“Yeah,” Jeongguk mumbles absentmindedly, attempting to remain unbothered. “It’ll be fine. Whatever.”

Jeongguk’s grateful for the presence of his two friends, his sectaries. His father had hired Seokjin and Namjoon for Jeongguk so they could handle his business, his finance, to take the load off Jeongguk and place the burden onto the other two men. He had warned Jeongguk not to form a bond with them, that they were strictly here for work and they were getting paid for their time.

Yet, Seokjin had immediately acted like a concerned older brother.

He barely knew Jeongguk and he had swooped in, took over the role of a close relative. With his subtle ways of showing that life never has to be uptight, that they can have fun and laughter amongst impossible situations - Jeongguk has matured.

Seokjin taught Jeongguk the meaning of life.

Without Seokjin and Namjoon, Jeongguk knows for a fact that he would’ve become a mirror of his father. Corrupt, arrogant and only concerned with gaining profits and that’s the last person he ever wants to follow down the path of.

Seokjin seems to notice his apprehension, though. He reaches over to rub Jeongguk’s shoulder as the lights come back up, spotlight in the middle as Mr. Jeon makes his way to talk into the microphone.

“We rehearsed, remember?” Seokjin arches a brow at him. “Just gotta repeat those words back into the microphone then we leave. We have no business staying here afterwards, yeah? Just a few more minutes.”

Namjoon also offers a nod, his smile warm and encouraging. The three of them fall silent as Mr. Jeon taps into the microphone, causing static noise to fill the room and turn everyone’s attention towards him. Mr. Jeon has always been a man of tremendous power, a billionaire due to the line of generation that had developed Hyundai motors. The most successful motor company that runs in South Korea. The second biggest company in the whole of South Korea, after Samsung.

When Mr. Jeon’s speaking, everyone resumes the utmost respect. Conversations are immediately halted and everyone’s eagerly awaiting for the man to speak.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” Mr. Jeon speaks into the microphone, voice smooth and without a hiccup but also lacking any depth. His expression is schooled into stern and not a single emotion present. He’s a void, an empty shell. “Thank you all for attending tonight to Hyundai’s event. I recognise most of you all and upon walking around and talking to you all, I have come to meet new people. For that, I am grateful. May we all make great business bonds together and hopefully, contribute to our success.”

Jeongguk walks closer towards his father, preparing to step-in where the man finishes. He clenches his fists to his sides, taking deep breaths to avoid interrupting his father’s speech and discrediting his words. That’d be, most definitely, his death wish.

“We have invited you all here tonight to announce our newest business plans, and our new partner. Hyundai motors has been working alongside Kia motors for years as we own twenty percent.” He reminds everyone, not letting anyone forget his upper-hand. “Tonight, we’ll join together in an phenomenal business plan that I hope you all will anticipate from us. Kia motors approached us with a business plan, one that they wanted us to distribute due to our popularity. Together, we will work upon the plan and form our greatest creation yet.”

Mr. Jeon pauses and everyone erupts into applause, pleasant and impressed looks fixed over everyone’s faces. Jeongguk has to scoff under his breath.

He scans across the ballroom, finding Jimin tucked into a discreet corner of the room. There’s a certain bitter look evident behind his dark orbs, lips pursued and overly callous as if he doesn’t want to be associated with the deal.

Regardless of what he wants or doesn’t want, the fact is that they’ll be joining together after this. They’ll have to work alongside each other for the better half of the upcoming years and then continue through with their growing partnership. Something that had started as simply out buying twenty percent of Jimin’s company to keep them afloat, to maintain healthy competition has become more serious.

“I will stop talking now and hand it over to my son, Jeongguk.”

Mr. Jeon turns to look at him expectedly, his features remaining completely still and scant. Jeongguk swallows under the hard, unforgiving gaze of his father before he’s stepping forward to take the microphone off him. He stands under the spotlight, feeling the eyes of hundreds focused in on him.

The palms of his hand sweat over the microphone, making the hold sticky and uncomfortable. His leg shakes and he tries to conceal this fact, moving his right leg in front and keeping his weak one behind him. He glances out across the crowd, finding Seokjin’s face who nods at him. It gives him the courage to finally raise the mic, speaking into it.

“Good evening,” Jeongguk runs through the formalities, bowing a little as he introduces himself. Unlike his father, he knows how to address a crowd and attempt to sound even the slightest bit sincere even if it’s fake. “As my father has already said and addressed, tonight we’re launching the start of our important project with Kia motors. For many decades, we have been quietly working alongside Kia and tonight, we will unite in the most significant deal of our careers thus far. I am honoured to be working alongside Park’s family and specifically, I look forward to sharing my ideas and knowledge with Park Jimin too, of course.”

He pauses, only to hear the murmurs that spread across the people. Jeongguk smiles, looking over to his right where Jimin’s standing. Jimin, himself, looks a little surprised at the mention of his name but he doesn’t let any emotion slip through. Within a few seconds, he’s returned back to his impassive expression. Unaffected.

“That’s all I have to say for now as I wouldn’t like to give away any details of our intricate business plans. Sooner rather than later, we’ll be holding a conference as we launch our plan and introduce it to everyone. Anticipate the plan, anticipate the future that is to come.” Jeongguk raises his glass of champagne, finding himself smirking as he stares directly at his father. “To Hyundai and Kia motors.”

As they did for his father, they repeat the motion for Jeongguk. They clap him and applaud him for his efforts of addressing the crowd before the microphone is passed onto Mr. Park, making his own speech.

Jeongguk takes a step back, joining Seokjin and Namjoon’s side again but his eyes seeking out for Jimin.

He doesn’t miss the way Jimin scowls as soon as his father speaks out, talking about how the alliance between the two companies will accumulate the utmost wealth. He doesn’t miss the way Yoongi’s hand reaches out, resting on the small of Jimin’s back as if he’s trying to silently comfort him.

There’s many questions that Jeongguk has. When they were in boarding school together only two years ago, Jimin seemed to be in constant admiration of his father. He’d often loudly, and boastfully, talk about his father during lunchtimes amongst his peers. Taehyung and Hoseok, Jimin’s friends from boarding school, seemed equally entranced by the remarkable qualities Jimin’s father shows.

Often, Jimin would disappear for days on end from boarding school. He’d only later return to claim that his father had come to visit and they were spending time together, granting him leave from lessons and their fuck sessions.

It’s a startling change to how Jimin treats his father now. Like a stranger, like the presence causes him to shrivel up and want to disappear. Jimin’s completely spiteful about his father and the fact is obvious to anyone in the room. Even when he approaches his father, snatches the mic off him and starts to talk - his father barely bats an eyelash.

What happened to them?

Jeongguk wonders and he creates his own answers but he doesn’t dare ask. They’ve never breached the topic of deep conversations, of their deeper, inner secret thoughts and their feelings. They’re strictly sex and Jeongguk has to remain within the boundaries. He merely thinks from afar, comes up with his own conclusions so he doesn’t dwell on the thought for too long to torment him.

Jimin’s speech is short and brief, barely displaying any enthusiasm before he steps away. Yoongi’s leading him away, towards the exit and the presence of Jimin disappears from the ballroom.

The rest of the event follows in the same manner. More refreshments are passed around as people start to filter out one-by-one, exclaiming their excitement for the new project that looms over their heads.

Jeongguk knows that now, he’ll be overworked even more. He already struggles with jam-packed schedules, with remaining locked within the offices and behind closed doors with his father till the early hours in the morning as they work over their business affairs and their profits. With a new project, and conjoining with their long-time rivals, it’ll only grow in intensity.

He bids farewell to their associates at the exit, bowing at each man of importance and their women attached to their arms. Once the party starts to grow quieter and the cleaners have began their job, Seokjin’s tugging on his arms.

“We’re driving back with your father. C’mon. The limo is waiting for us.”

Jeongguk hums with a short nod, fixing the necktie around his collarbones as his cheeks flush at the reminder where it had been merely less than an hour ago. Namjoon leads them out of the ballroom, towards the sleek black limo awaiting them.

Mr. Jeon and Jeongguk’s mother are already seated inside. Jeongguk enters the car, avoiding both his parents gaze as he sits down in the opposite far corner. Seokjin and Namjoon aren’t far behind, a constant and consoling companionship.

“Seokjin,” Mr. Jeon addresses, eyes narrowing at the man. “How did you think the event went, then?”

Jeongguk remains quiet, resting his head against the leather seats as the door is shut for them. The driver rolls the partition up, separating himself from the private affairs between the five of them in the backseat. The engine purrs to life, peeling off the pavement and heading back to their mansion.

Seokjin clears his throat, a look of trepidation washing over him. He’s always been troubled by Mr. Jeon, intimidated and trying to keep a clear distance from him, as Namjoon does.

“Good, sir.” Seokjin nods a little, keeping his gaze diverted downwards and refraining from making direct eye contact. “How did you think it went?”

There’s a long pause before Mr. Jeon smacks his lips together, humming thoughtfully.

“Good, I guess.” He gestures in the air half-heartedly, seemingly unconcerned and already resigned for the night. He turns to his wife, offering a grin before back at Seokjin. “I don’t really care for this deal, we’re just making profit here, after all. Aren’t we?” He waits for a confirmation from Seokjin who can only offer another curt nod. “But… but that Park Jimin, he’s really something, isn’t he?”

Silence ensues across the five of them. Jeongguk inhales, keeping his eyes closed and not moving from the seat he’s buried himself into even when the smell of the leather is unpleasant.

Seokjin sounds concerned when he speaks. “I guess.”

“Just… so unbothered about his own business. Disappointment. That Park family, I’m telling you, are a fucking plague.”

At this, Jeongguk finds the courage to raise his head. “Then why are you entering an alliance with them, Appa? Why are you forming a partnership with them?”

Mr. Jeon doesn’t even blink. “It’s not a weakness to join with your enemies. Rather, it’s a strength. I’ll still defeat them.We’ll defeat them, son. Us two, together.”

His father’s definition of ‘partnership’ is clearly inaccurate. He’s going to be thoroughly disappointed.

“Okay.”

The tone is barely met with any emotion, whatsoever. Rather, Jeongguk sounds tired and he craves the luxury of his bed in his own penthouse. Even though, he knows he’ll be stopping at his parent’s tonight.

“But,” Mr. Jeon continues, even though everybody in the backseat is growing agitated with his voice. “I want to make one thing really clear, son. Look at me.”

He holds no protest in his voice, not giving Jeongguk much of a choice. Reluctantly, Jeongguk looks up and faces his father square in the eye. Their contact is unwavering, filling the back of the limo with profound tension.

“You are not to associate with Park Jimin besides business, do I make myself clear?” His voice has slipped into firmness, a sense of threat lacing through his vicious tone. “Besides strictly business, you are not to talk to him, form a bond with him. You are not to even look in his direction. Do I make myself clear? We may be partners by name but we’ll never be close, we’ll never be family. Okay?”

Jeongguk wonders what his father would do if he knew the extent of the reality. The fact that Jeongguk’s done more than just associate himself with Jimin. He’s known Jimin since a teenager, spent four years with him in boarding school. He knows what Jimin looks like when he’s riding Jeongguk’s cock or when he’s face down into every surface imaginable. They’ve christened Jeongguk’s apartment. The kitchen, the bedroom, the living room and the gym are all tainted with Jimin.

“All clear, father.”

His father seems pacified by the answer because he doesn’t question it any longer, simply changing the subject. He turns to his wife instead, talking to her mutely. Jeongguk notices how his mother’s expression turns sour and he has to resist the urge to act out, turning to Seokjin and Namjoon instead.

Guilt swims through his veins. He knows one day, sooner than later, he has to end his bond with Jimin before his father finds out.

The next morning, Jeongguk wakes up to a broad lick across his face. Followed by two more.

He groans a little under his breath, opening one eye to peek at the family dog that has jumped onto the bed and invading Jeongguk’s personal space. He finds an instinctive smile spreading across his face at the Golden Retriever greeting him early in the morning. His hand reaches out to stroke Haru’s fur.

“Morning, baby,” Jeongguk mumbles under his breath, scratching under his chin as the deep voice rumbles out of him. “Why’re you waking me up so early, huh?”

Haru doesn’t answer, just panting loudly as he nuzzles into Jeongguk. He sighs under his breath when he realises he has a long day in the office today as he works through documents that need checking and authorising before he can return home to the safety of his penthouse. He reaches down, kissing Haru’s head before coaxing him off the bed.

He’s still disturbed, still coming around from his deep slumber as he rolls over and observes the time. It’s barely nine in the morning and he knows, for a fact, that he’s running late. He runs himself a shower, the water hot enough to burn off a layer of his skin before changing into a new Alexander McQueen suit.

His mother is waiting by the dining table for him, a fluctuating smile spread across her lips.

“Morning, my honey,” she greets him, patting to the seat on the massive, opulent twelve-seating dining table. It’s been decked out with endless options of breakfast food with no one to feast on. “I made breakfast.”

Jeongguk feels shame slamming into him all at once when he realises that despite his mother’s efforts, he can’t stay for breakfast. He’s already running late and knowing his father’s habits, the man will only call him out for his irresponsibility and his punctuality. He doesn’t spend enough time around his mother who works endlessly to treat Jeongguk the way he deserves to be.

She doesn’t deserve any of this.

Jeongguk walks over to the other side of the dining table, pressing a chaste kiss on her cheeks.

“Sorry, I can’t stay.” His voice leaks with remorse, genuinely apologetic as his eyes scan across the numerous plates of food. He reaches forward, grabbing the egg sandwich - his favourite. “I’m running late and you know what father is like. I must go.”

The smile immediately falls from her face but she seems to understand, not bothering to force him. She reaches over, fixing Jeongguk’s necktie before nodding.

“Eat that on the way. The driver is waiting outside.”

Jeongguk’s body aches with the fatigue and the lack of sleep, disordered and unorganised this morning which is unusual for him. His bones feel heavier as he makes his way through the lavish mansion, out through the double doors and by the Mercedes car that awaits for him. The driver holds the back door open for him as Jeongguk slides through, adjusting his blazer and getting comfortable.

The driver barely addresses him, just greeting him good morning and rattling off the schedule for the day before they’re driving to the Hyundai headquarters.

Jeongguk rests against the leather seats, closing his eyes as he attempts to catch a few more minutes of sleep. He knows if his father saw him like this, he’ll claim that Jeongguk is weak and not enough to handle an entire empire after him. Jeongguk doesn’t want this empire, he doesn’t want to take after his father but he knows he has no other plausible option.

His phone buzzes in his pockets a few times and he sighs under his breath, withdrawing his phone.

It’s Jimin.

'Coming to Hyundai headquarters. Think we can fuck in your office?’

‘Just joking. Except, not. Bend me over your desk.’

Jeongguk rolls his eyes as he ignores the messages, not even bothering to reply with an appropriate response. He’d never be senseless enough to follow through with the plan of fucking Jimin somewhere public as his office, where his family and well-known associates have access to.

Not to mention, his office is glass doors. People can look through and in, they’d be able to see Jimin spread across his desk. Then again, that’s probably a kink of his.

When he arrives at the headquarter, he mutters out his thanks to the driver before he’s guided into the building by Seokjin. It’s not Seokjin’s job to escort him but he still musters to the task, sticking close to Jeongguk’s side throughout the whole day and he’s oddly thankful for his presence wherever he goes.

“You’re late,” Seokjin drones, handing a cup of coffee to Jeongguk. He accepts it gratefully, groaning when the first swallow of the bitter, strong black coffee goes down his throat. Maybe, it’ll make him feel more awake. “You have some documents to work through but I can help you with that.”

“Any other plans for today?” He asks as Seokjin hands over two folders to him, flicking through the papers with disinterest before closing the pages.

“Besides the Park family coming for a visit, no. The meeting for the business plan is tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” Jeongguk repeats, still completely unbothered. “Cool. What’s your plans for today, hyung?”

Seokjin shrugs. “Following after you and making sure you behave.”

“Namjoon hyung?”

“He’s working with other business associates for today.”

“Okay.” He’s satisfied with the answers, though he knows he’ll long for Namjoon’s presence as well as the duo of Seokjin and Namjoon is what helps him get through the day. “Does father require my presence, right now?”

“Nah. He’s busy.”

“Good. I can’t stand him in the mornings.”

They walk into Jeongguk’s office and close the door behind them as they immediately settle down into work. Seokjin, being the ever-gentle, supportive person that he is, starts to work through the documents and guides Jeongguk to drink his coffee and prepare for another long day rather than jumping headfirst into work.

Hours pass tormentingly slow whenever Jeongguk sits behind his desk, checking through documents, going through spreadsheets on his laptop. But with Seokjin around, it starts to feel somewhat bearable.

They’re only drawn out of their deep headspace of vigorous work when there’s a knock on the door.

Jimin stands behind the glass door, offering a sheepish wave. He’s adorned in another suit today, looking every bit luxurious that he is. The suit is Gucci, Jeongguk immediately recognises, and he’s filling out the material effortlessly with his body frame. He’s wearing smokey makeup, his hair glinting with the sleek shine.

Why does he always look so good? Even in the early afternoon?

“What is he doing here?” Seokjin hisses.

Jeongguk shrugs but nonetheless, he beckons for Jimin to come through. Jimin grins as he opens the door, only sticking his head through the corner of the door.

“Just wanted to make my appearance known,” Jimin says, voice velvet and smooth as he waves at Seokjin. “I’m around. Can we talk later?”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes. “No. Not here.”

“When, then?” He pouts, assumingly wanting to take up the offer he had texted about earlier on. He really does want to get fucked over the desk.

Jeongguk does a quick job of glancing around Jimin, making sure there’s no one loitering around the hallway near his office. His father would question him adamantly if he knew that Jimin’s around for a reason besides strictly business.

“I didn’t reply to your text because it’s a no,” Jeongguk replies, barely batting his eyes up to the man. No matter how desirable he looks. “It’s a stupid idea.”

“It’s just fucking.”

“Which is a no from me.”

Jimin pouts, not accustomed to not getting his way. Regardless, he sighs and he doesn’t prod upon the topic any longer. He runs a hand through his blazer, feeling over the material under his fingertips before nodding.

“Are you free tonight, then?”

“I’m not bending you over the desk at home, either.”

Seokjin seems a little disturbed by the topic of conversation, busying himself with the papers before him and ignoring the back and forth between the two of them. He seems horrified, eyes wide and lips tugging downwards with how unimpressed he is at the unprofessionalism they’re both displaying.

Jimin groans out loud. “You’re no fucking fun. I’m going to find some other rich businessman to fuck me.”

“Go on, then.” He shrugs, feigning nonchalance. “You’ll still come running back to me.”

After all, they’ve both attempted to move on and find other people to immerse themselves within. Jimin had been insistence that he didn’t want this anymore - the constant bickering, the hate sex, the uncertainty of who they are - and he had actively scavenged out for a real relationship, a partnership.

Jeongguk had never tried to stop him, despite the yearning of knowing he’d miss their dynamic, and encouraged him to find someone else.

He, himself, had attempted to seek out other fuck partners. It’s considerably harder with his heightened status, his fortune because people are either intimidated by him and keep a clear distance from him or they simply use him for his money. In the end, they both find themselves coming back to each other.

In an unconventional way, they both understand each other better than anyone else. Despite their dynamics.

Jimin shakes his head. “Don’t be so fucking cocky. I can get dick anywhere.”

“Then do that. Don’t come to mine tonight.”

“Fine, I won’t.” Jimin sounds positive about this fact, sticking his chin high in the air before he glances to Seokjin apologetically. “I’m sorry, Seokjin-ssi. How are you doing?”

Jeongguk nearly laughs out loud at the sudden topic change. Seokjin looks up, cheeks flushed but he simply nods.

“I’m good, thank you, Jimin. You should go before someone sees you, yeah?”

Seokjin has a soft heart, it hasn’t been hardened by unforgiving circumstances in his life. He still respects and treats everyone with the utmost consideration. He still greets Jimin ordinarily, not letting the bias of the Jeon family differ his opinions on any other person.

There’s a smile that grows over Jimin’s lips, heartfelt and sincere.

“Of course.” He hums, taking a clear step back and out of the office. “Take care of yourself.”

The sentiment is clearly directed towards Seokjin only before he’s closing the door, withdrawing and wandering off away from the office. Silence ensues between the two of them in the office before Seokjin turns to him.

“You need to stop.” His voice is harsh, authoritarian. “Now that we’re working alongside the Park family, it’ll only be scrutinised.”

“No one will know anything,” Jeongguk excuses.

“You’re fucking!him. You have been for years, Guk. Your father is a sly, clever man who has conned his way through life. You think he won’t realise?”

Jeongguk shudders at the mere thought. He knows his father can figure out anything, he has a cunning mind that works too fast for his own good. He knows he’s in considerable amount of trouble and he knows he has to stop this dynamic with Jimin.

But Jeongguk doesn’t want to.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” He decides on shrugging it off for the meanwhile.

The longer Jeongguk thinks about it, the more it begins to make him feel hazy with the unrelenting thoughts. The consequences begin to filter into him, one by one and all he can imagine is his father banishing him from the city, from the empire, freezing his assets and leaving him to fend for himself.

He despises his father with every fibre of his being, with every cell within his body. But he’s young and he’s not prepared to be disowned.

Seokjin seems inattentive, the frown that he displays whenever he has deeper thoughts lurking but he’s not voicing them out loud. Instead of speaking, he holds his breath and then resumes his attention back to the papers he’s working on, numbers scribbled all over.

Jeongguk doesn’t bother bringing up the subject again.

Jeongguk’s lazing on his cream leather couch, a glass of whiskey in one hand and his blazer hanging off his shoulder. His necktie has been removed, strewn somewhere across his penthouse. The TV is playing the news but he’s not focusing, disinterested in any business affairs that doesn’t concern him.

When he glances to his right and gazes out of his windows, the city of Seoul is alive tonight. The high-rise buildings are clear on display from his view, lit up and spread out across. The sky is dark and the crescent moon is evident, hiding behind the buildings. It’s a breathtaking, one-of-a-kind view that only select few people have the entitlement to come home to everyday.

Outside on his balcony, he has created his own little garden. His interior of his penthouse is chic, state-of-the-art and brand new. His mother had insisted he kept up with pretences, only brought furniture from the best department stores and everything matched. It’s a beautiful penthouse but it’s empty, doesn’t hold a single thing that’s close to Jeongguk’s heart.

But out on the balcony is his own little safe haven.

There’s vines that grow along the walls, plants he’s gardened and flowers he’s grown outside. He’s added a hammock and he even brought a hot tub. It’s where he goes when he needs a well deserved break.

Before he can unwind down from the busy day and take a dip in the tub, his bell rings. He frowns as he walks over to the phone, picking it up.

“Hello, sir,” the receptionist from downstairs speak, his voice a little timid. “Park Jimin is here to see you.”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes and despite it all, their conversation earlier today, he feels a shot of satisfaction shooting up his spine. Followed by thrill. He knows Jimin can’t resist and he craves Jeongguk as much as he does back. They can’t go no longer than a few days before returning to each other, both of them needing a dose of the drug they receive from each other.

“Of course,” his voice drawls. “Let him up.”

Jeongguk hangs up before he flings the blazer off his shoulder, placing it down on the couch. He glances around the penthouse, deciding whether he should clean or not before realising the place is spotless and one of the cleaners must’ve been here beforehand.

It barely takes Jimin a few minutes before there’s quick, urgent raps on the his front door. He smirks, licking his lips as he walks over to open the door.

Jimin looks up to him as soon as the door is opened. His eyes are blown, already looking eager with his buttons halfway undone. His bare chest is revealed, tanned and smooth. He takes a step into the penthouse and shoves Jeongguk.

“You gonna bend me over your damn desk or not?” He demands to know.

“Demanding much.”

“You want this as much as me,” Jimin’s breathing out cockily, knowing exactly what the both of them are thinking. His finger reaches out to trail down Jeongguk’s shirt, feeling over the expensive material. “So, stop playing hard to get and take me.”

Jimin’s not lying. Jeongguk does want this and he’s never tried to deny the fact, either.

“Tell me what you want, Jimin. You can have it.”

The door is slammed shut as Jimin walks right in, crowding into Jeongguk’s space. His lips linger close to Jeongguk’s and the younger man’s breath hitches, hands gripping Jimin’s waist warningly. It’s an area they haven’t breached yet, haven’t touched lip-on-lip. For some reason, it feels more intimate. They’re not intimate. They don’t need to kiss.

Instead, Jimin tilts his head as he starts to drag his lips down his jawline. He doesn’t press down, he doesn’t kiss nor does he bite. He just feels over Jeongguk’s skin under his lips, drifting up to his ear once again.

“You know what I want.”

“No. Say it with your words.”

Jimin shudders, his voice weak when he finally speaks. “I want you to… bend me over your fucking desk, for fuck’s sake. I want you to fuck me like you fucking mean it, Jeongguk.”

“How bad do you want it?” Jeongguk’s hand reaches up, fisting in Jimin’s hair and tugging backwards harshly. Jimin’s mouth falls open as his eyes shut, keening under his touch. “Beg for it, Jimin.”

“So fucking bad. Please, please give it to me, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk’s had enough waiting around. Jimin’s right here and he’s pleading with his words, he’s already pliant and his lips are sinful and plump. Jeongguk eyes them for a minute before he’s dragging Jimin into the office at home. He pushes Jimin into the room, slamming the door shut behind them. He walks over to his desk, removing the papers and bending Jimin down over it.

Jimin goes down without a fight, clutching onto the sides of his desk as he pushes his ass out.

“You’re always so desperate for me,” Jeongguk snickers as he spanks Jimin’s ass over his clothed slacks, twice over just to hear the addicting sound as the way Jimin flinches with each hit but still moving back for more. “What happened to finding a new businessman to fuck you, huh?”

Jimin doesn’t respond for a minute, still and unmoving. He glances over his shoulders, narrowing his eyes.

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?”

Well. It’s clear that Jimin wants. Who is Jeongguk to deny him a single thing? This beautiful man with a lascivious body that’s too good to be true, his ass perky and on display for Jeongguk and his slim waist and his pronounced abs.

The sex is quick and merciless, like always. There’s no romance involved and there’s no sweet words, no hand holding or kisses.

Jeongguk opens Jimin up with three of his fingers, taking his time to scissor him and waiting till he’s no longer met with resistance. He doesn’t want to hurt Jimin, after all. They may be enemies and they may have a generation of hatred connected to their names but Jeongguk’s not immoral.

When Jimin’s loose, he fucks Jimin like he always does. Fast and relentless, pounding into him as his hand tightens around Jimin’s hair and he spanks Jimin’s ass. He waits until his handprint is embossed into his skin, red and heated to touch. He presses Jimin’s head back into the cold glass of his desktop, bottoming out and keeping his cock nestled deep inside of Jimin as he delivers slow strokes.

Jimin groans, overwhelmed with the pleasure and clutching onto the desk as he looks for purchase.

“F-fuck,” he stutters over his own words, broken whimpers escaping him. “Yeah. Fuck. Just like that, Guk.”

He comes deep inside of Jimin when his orgasm overtakes him, pressed up against his prostate as he attempts to come down from his climax. It seems Jimin’s panting even harder than Jeongguk, his cock neglected and blue from the desperate need for relief. He’s still pressed down against the desk, quietly waiting for his turn.

“C’mere.” Jeongguk pulls out carefully, easing his cock out before turning Jimin around. The man’s cheeks are flush red, lips bitten raw. “Come down my throat.”

He sinks down to his knees in one smooth motion, hands clutching onto Jimin’s thighs. The older man seems to choke on his saliva when realises what’s happening, eyes widening comically but his hand settling in Jeongguk’s hair, regardless.

He fucks Jeongguk’s throat like he’s in a rut. Each thrust is erratic and ruthless, only concerned about chasing his own orgasm and ignoring the sounds Jeongguk makes when it hits the back of his throat repeatedly.

Jimin’s orgasm comes quickly, barely minutes later, but it’s long and Jeongguk milks him through it. He keeps sucking, swallowing each drop of the come he’s granted before he stands up and wipes the sides of his mouth gingerly.

“Remind me to never let you fuck my throat, you animal,” he mumbles, disgruntled.

Jimin chuckles a little, still in a daze. He stands up to walk away from the desk, rubbing at his reddened ass cheeks.

“I let you spank me. Shut the fuck up.”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes as he opens the desk drawer, pulling out two cigarettes he has stored there along his lighter. He hands one over to Jimin as they wander to the couch, sitting down completely naked and smoking in silence.

Neither of them have the sufficient conversation starter. They share nothing in common except a history in boarding school that started their dirty affair that still occurs today, and the fact that they’re rivals amongst a competitive, ever-growing industry.

Jimin looks miles away as he smokes, a distant glint in his eyes that’s empty from his usual sparkle. He exhales the smoke out, curling his legs underneath him and getting comfortable.

Regardless, though, he’s beautiful.

Jeongguk diverts his attention elsewhere, focusing on the TV that’s still playing reruns of the news. It doesn’t concern him so he reaches for the remote, switching the channel to a foreign movie that neither of them know.

Finally, Jimin breaks the insufferable quietness. “Do you remember the first time we fucked, in boarding school?” Is what he decides to ask.

Jeongguk stills, waiting a beat. He takes another drag of the cigarette, blowing out the smoke before he turns to look at Jimin. The older man seems to be reminiscing, a yearning expression painted over his face that almost looks melancholic. He’s beautiful.

“Why do you ask?”

Jimin shrugs. “Was just thinking about it, to be honest.”

“You still feel just as good,” Jeongguk says nonchalantly.

It seems to appease Jimin though because a grin shines out on his face, breaking out from his forlorn look.

“Too bad I can’t say the same about you,” he replies cheekily.

“Fuck you.” Jeongguk grabs one of his cushions, sure that his mother had it imported from overseas and costs a fortune. He doesn’t care, though. He flings it in Jimin’s direction who narrowly avoids it, bursting into giggles. “You fucking love this cock.”

Jimin hums half-heartedly, neither confirming nor denying. “Can I stay tonight?”

“No,” he declines immediately.

“Why the fuck not, asshole?”

“We have a business meeting tomorrow,” Jeongguk reminds him, taking another drag of his cigarette as his lungs inflate and the warmth overtakes his organs. “We can’t show up around the same time or leave from the same building.”

“We can organise the times right.”

“You’re not sleeping in my fucking bed, Jimin.”

Jimin starts to laugh but this time, he sounds genuinely elated.

“Okay, okay. Shut up. I was fucking joking,” he mutters as he puts out his cigarette in the ashtray, getting up. He collects his clothings that’s thrown around the penthouse, in various different places. He emerges from the office minutes later, only wearing his button-down top and boxers. “Where’s my slacks?”

Jeongguk’s mouth feels dry all of a sudden as he looks over Jimin. He stands before him with nothing but his top, his thick thighs exposed and he looks glorious. He looks… soft, something unexplainably innocent.

“I… uh,” he stutters, faltering. “Shit.”

Jimin narrows his eyes. “What?”

“Get over here, right now.”

Jimin seems confused but he follows the orders regardless, skeptical. “What’s your fucking problem?”

“You look fucking hot is what.”

Jimin doesn’t leave for another hour. They end up fucking again, Jimin riding Jeongguk’s cock right there on the couch before he flips them over. Jimin face down in the couch getting fucked from behind. They share another cigarette together before Jeongguk’s calling for an Uber for Jimin, ensuring he gets back home safely and waiting for Jimin’s text to confirm this fact.

Once he’s alone, it’s nearing past midnight. He exhales. Jimin’s going to be the death of him.

Chapter Text

When Jimin wakes up and attempts to get out of bed for another busy day, he finds himself stumbling over a suitcase. He just barely manages to regain his balance as he scowls down at Taehyung’s suitcase that’s been strewn across his floor.

They have just gotten back from their trip to Japan only a few days ago. It had been a sanctuary for Jimin, exploring new cities such as: Tokyo, Kyoto, Osaka and Hiroshima and being granted a break. Now, he’s being thrusted right back into his high-demanding, mentally draining job as he works under his father whereas his friends have the privilege to resume being neglectful and leave their things around Jimin’s apartment.

Jimin rubs his eyes blearily, showering and refreshing up before he walks into the kitchen. He fixes the blazer of his new suit, Versace this time, and looks over his friends awaiting his presence. He finds himself regretting every thought process that had occurred within him when he had willingly given away the keys of his apartment to them.

Hoseok and Yoongi, the newly established boyfriends, are plastered to each other’s side. Hoseok seems infatuated with his boyfriend and has been acting overly affectionate, feeding Yoongi his breakfast as they both converse mutely under their breath. Taehyung, on the other hand, sits opposite them with conspicuous disgust lingering on his features.

Jimin giggles at his friend’s reaction, approaching Taehyung and ruffling his unkempt hair.

“It’s been months. Accept it, loser,” he tells Taehyung.

Hoseok and Yoongi have crushed on each other since they had met. Jimin had introduced his secterary to his two best friends, wanting to have a close relationship with the three of them as well as being able to interact with them as a group. They all seem to fit effortlessly together and now, they’ve managed to form a couple within the four of them.

“I hate you for introducing them!” Taehyung grimaces, stabbing his cereal with the spoon. “Public display of affection is obnoxious. I want to die.”

“So dramatic, Tae.” Hoseok looks away from his boyfriend for a minute, hurling a used tissue in his direction, causing the other man to shriek and batting it away.

At the same time of the commotion, Miso enters the room. She waddles over to Jimin’s side, curling up against the side of his leg as she demands attention. Jimin finds a smile inching across his face, crouching down so he can pick up the Pomeranian.

The dog melts under his touch, licking his fingers as Jimin strokes under her chin. Jimin feels fondness invading into his system, tugging at his heartstrings as he presses a kiss atop of her head. If Taehyung’s managed to make one wise decision during his lifetime, it’s definitely been adopting this bundle of joy into their lives.

Whilst she’s officially Taehyung’s dog and resides with him in his apartment across the hall, Miso finds herself in and out of Jimin’s place, too.

“We’re not that bad,” Yoongi defends, narrowing his eyes. “We don’t even kiss in front of you guys!”

“And don’t you dare even try to start,” Taehyung threatens, raising his spoon where he’s eating from and pointing it in his direction.

Jimin erupts into laughter at his best friend’s antics, swatting his shoulder playfully. He cradles Miso closer to his chest as he wanders through his massive, deluxe kitchen. It’s only been recently updated, replaced with grey sleek cupboards and state-of-art features that make the room easier to navigate through.

He places food for Miso in her bowl, letting her down so she can feast whilst he grabs fruit for himself.

“Yoongi hyung,” Jimin speaks up, breaking the moment of his three friends bickering back and forth. “Shall we leave for work, before we get late? Father won’t be impressed and I’d rather not hear him lecturing me this early in the morning.”

Yoongi clears his throat, nodding as he stands up. He presses a quick, chaste kiss on Hoseok’s lips and a sloppy kiss on Taehyung’s cheek before he’s joining Jimin’s side. He offers him a smile, gesturing to the front door.

Jimin had chosen Yoongi himself. He had initiated the process of hiring a worker for himself without his father’s help, advertising through the company and as the resumes flooded in - Yoongi’s stood out to him. There hadn’t been much prior experience within the field but his genuine interest with life, entranced with the beauty of youthfulness and his travelling adventures had attracted Jimin.

His father had been painfully neutral about the decision, neither confirming nor denying that it was a good idea. But Jimin’s stopped caring for the man’s opinion for two whole years now.

The decision had paid off because Yoongi’s a devoted hard worker. Despite the experience he lacks, he’s a determined man that works tirelessly to please the Park family and specifically, Jimin. Their relationship had been strained in the beginning, Yoongi was reluctant to cross the boundaries between strictly keeping Jimin as his boss and nothing more.

But after a few drinks, a house party to introduce his friends - Yoongi eased up.

Once they’ve left the apartment and made their way downstairs to where their car awaits them, he turns to Yoongi.

“What’s the agenda today, hyung?” He questions, his mind already feeling heavy from the thought of another long day of work. He settles into the car, buckling his belt as the driver starts up the engine.

Yoongi hums as he withdraws his iPad, scrolling through the calendar and the events planned for the day.

“Besides our first official meeting towards planning the next motor vehicle with the Jeon’s, not much,” he explains as he settles back, running a hand through his blonde hair. “There’s no immediate paperwork that needs to be done today, though there probably will be after the meeting.”

Jimin releases a sigh as he rests his head against the car window, watching the city of Seoul blur past him. He never thought he’d grow tired of one city, relentlessly seeking out a new location but Seoul doesn’t hold any interest for him anymore. Rather, it’s contaminated with his ravaged family and widespread corruption.

He wants to start fresh, somewhere new where the family ‘Park’ aren’t known.

“Okay.” He looks over to Yoongi, offering a half-hearted smile. “We can manage that, can’t we?”

“Of course, Jimin-ah. That’s not bad, at all.”

“Besides having to see Jeongguk.”

There’s a pause and a skeptical brow raise from Yoongi, his lips stretched into a thin line.

“Why are you acting like you don’t like that?” He inquires, though his tone is still mischievous. “You crave to be around Jeongguk.”

“No, I don’t!” He says back, scandalised. He quickly looks over the seats, towards the driver who seems blissfully unaware of their conversation. If he’s listening, he shows no reaction whatsoever and it has to remain that way.

“Right,” Yoongi drawls, sounding anything but convinced.

Jimin doesn’t bother arguing with him and disputing his point, focusing on his phone as he checks a few unread emails. He responds to the messages that doesn’t require any kind of higher thinking for the time being, his brain still too foggy to focus early in the morning. He clicks upon Jeongguk’s text message thread, tempted to initiate a conversation but he realises it’s always him that’s starting. It’s always him asking, pleading for sex and Jimin’s not going to degrade himself down to that level repeatedly.

Instead, he resists the urge and pockets his phone.

They arrive outside Hyundai headquarters where they’re both escorted inside, through the double doors, into the ornate lobby. Seokjin and Namjoon take them up to the third floor where the business meetings occur, keeping light-hearted conversation going with Jimin so it’s not insufferably quiet.

“Where’s my father?” Jimin asks once he realises the man’s presence is missing. “Has he not arrived yet?”

“He’s already in the meeting room,” Namjoon answers him, shooting a small smile. “So is Jeongguk.”

Jimin resists the urge to roll his eyes, to act immature and petty. It’s so like his father not to wait for Jimin, to act unprofessional and enter the business room without the presence of his son who works alongside him. Many times, like today, he wonders why he even tolerates his father and the Kia motors industry, why he’s still stuck in a endless, unmoving rut that delivers him no happiness of his own.

Seokjin leads them into the business room, opening the door and letting Jimin through as he squeezes his shoulder, like it’s a silent reassurance.

He knows what it means. It’s no secret to Jimin that Mr. Jeon, himself, dislikes Jimin and resents him with every fibre of his being. It doesn’t take a genius to figure that fact out. Merely, the fact he looks down upon Jimin - quite literally - is enough indicator. If only Mr. Jeon knew how dirty his father is, the thoughts could be diverted to the real culprit.

Then again, Mr. Jeon is probably just as dirty. Most probably. Definitely.

Around the marble top table, there’s associates from both companies seated around. Hyundai motors on one side, Kia motors on the other. There’s a projector in the middle of the table, the screen on the wall illuminated with the introduction to their new business plan. There’s refreshments, coffee and tea with other drinks available. Classy.

There’s a spare seat next to his father, Mr. Park looking up to him expectedly and discreetly nodding to Jimin. He’s quietly requesting his son to join him.

Jimin takes a deep breath as he scans across the table, noticing Jeongguk on the other side. He’s dressed in an immaculate suit, another skinny necktie and his blazer pulled taut over his chest. He’s wearing his hair swooped back for a change, exposing his forehead and making him look a few years older. He’s so flawless, yet so handsome.

There’s also a spare seat next to him.

Without even having to think twice about what he’s doing, Jimin’s walking across and sitting down besides Jeongguk.

There’s a moment of quietness that passes through the men around the table, surprise filtering into Mr. Park’s face. He looks disgraced and appalled, mouth hanging open in apparent disapproval. Jimin waits, looking over the men that stare at him and daring them to say something in protest.

No one speaks.

That’s what Jimin thought.

Instead, Mr. Jeon clears his throat and he stands up from the head of the table. He bows as a sign of respect, addressing everyone around the table.

“Good morning, gentlemen,” he speaks with confidence, deep voice rumbling out of him as if he knows the kind of power he holds over everyone here. “It’s nice to see you all have been able to make it today. This will be a long business meeting so please, feel free to reach for refreshments. We will going over our plan, making changes and amendments before we launch it into the public. As you already know, we have announced it to the public. The public and media eyes are on us now, anticipating goodness to arrive from us and we must deliver. So, let’s go over our plan.”

Jimin has never typically held any sort of interest towards business, specifically not for Kia motors. Or Hyundai, in that case.

His hopes and dreams have never been shallow or tied down with the pretence of gaining as much profit as humanely as possible. He’s never complained about being from a family that are billionaires, about being financially comfortable for the rest of his life and the generations to come. But he’s never asked for this, either.

Therefore, Jimin shows little to no interest whatsoever. He tunes out as Mr. Jeon continues to drone on about the business plan, the intricate strategy they have developed to introduce a new vehicle that’ll bring to light both of Hyundai and Kia’s features. It’ll be a powerful car, one that the target audience from both companies will desire as it’ll join their favourites into one product.

Regardless of this revolutionary plan, Jimin is unbothered. Unfazed.

Jeongguk is leaning into his space a little, kicking his leg under the table to grab his attention. Jimin jumps a little from the unexpected contact, eyes shooting open as he turns to face Jeongguk. The younger man’s trying to act like he’s engrossed in his father’s words, facing the man but still muttering under his breath.

“Why didn’t you sit next to your father?” Jeongguk sounds genuinely displeased about this fact, a slight frown playing on his face. “You want to cause controversy, huh?”

He shrugs. “I don’t want to sit next to him.”

Jimin wonders why Jeongguk even cares. It’s not like they’ve ever discussed the topic of their fathers, and the obvious corruption that occurs within their companies. Once upon a time, Jimin’s father had been straight and narrowly avoided any crooked methods of gaining capital. He had worked hard to succeed in reputable manners.

However when they reached the point of almost going bankrupt, he had resorted to new lows to achieve what he wanted.

But nobody is aware of this fact. Therefore, no one can begin to understand the deep-rooted, ingrained resentment Jimin holds for his father. Sometimes, the hatred burns so bright inside of him that he feels like he’ll explode from the mere weight of the situation. He’s growing increasingly tired of seeing his father everywhere, working alongside him and being around the same place as him constantly.

Jeongguk looks perplexed, biting on his bottom lip absentmindedly that looks too seductive for his own good.

“Fucking idiot,” he’s mumbling. “You’re gonna get caught out for that.”

“I don’t care,” Jimin replies boldly, without a moment of hesitation. “They can say what they want.”

“Okay, shut up.”

Jeongguk’s ending the conversation, looking away and focusing on the words on the presentation that’s been played for the business associates around the table. He reaches for the glass of water, sipping on it as he licks his lips clean.

If Jeongguk’s doing that act on purpose, he’s succeeding in his motive.

Jimin squirms in his seat, trying to keep his gaze casted downwards so his father can’t scrutinise him. He fixes himself a cup of coffee, not adding any milk as he drinks the bitter substance. It makes his nose scrunch up and settle unpleasantly in his stomach but it doesn’t stop him.

Eventually, the other associates speak as they introduce their plans one-by-one. Jeongguk is first to stand up, taking the space off his father. He speaks with confidence, using his hands to gesture as he talks and keeping the audience engaged with his words. Jeongguk, whether or not he’s apart of this industry willingly, has the characteristics to make a good businessman and thrive in his field.

Jimin’s a little mesmerised, eyes fixed on Jeongguk’s lips as they move. The man flicks through the presentation, taking questions and answering them thoughtfully and skillfully before he resumes his seat.

“You did well,” Jimin compliments, leaning into his space to say so.

Jeongguk rolls his head back, looking at him with a small shrug. “It’s not a big deal. It’s my job, after all.”

Jimin’s hand disappears under the table, up to no good. He knows it’s a territory he shouldn’t be crossing, a risk he shouldn’t be willingly taking. But what’s wrong with some fun? He’s smirking as his fingers come to rest atop of Jeongguk’s crotch, rubbing the palm of his hand down on him.

He looks over to Jeongguk for his reaction.

Jeongguk’s eyes widen from the unexpected contact, nearly choking on the water he’s been sipping throughout the whole meeting. He tries to remain collected, not having the courage to look over to Jimin. But at the same time, he doesn’t try to stop the hand. He doesn’t try to remove it.

Jimin feels encouraged by his reaction, rubbing down a little harder. He tries to remain as inconspicuous as possible, not allowing his own facial features to shift as he glances across the table at whoever’s speaking. He nods along with their words, feigning interest but keeping his hand working a little faster.

Jeongguk coughs, attempting to conceal a moan, and washes it down with another sip of his water.

Jimin feels his cock hardening underneath his palm, trapped by the slacks and the material between his hand and Jeongguk’s dick is making him frustrated. Nevertheless, Jimin keeps going with his mischievous plan.

Jeongguk’s breath quickens at one point and at that exact time, he’s reaching down to extract Jimin’s hand.

“Close.” The words sound choked, smothered with the apparent pleasure that rings through. It delights Jimin, stimulating his system. “Stop.”

Now that Jeongguk’s given his clear orders, Jimin doesn’t dare to repeat his actions. Instead, he’s being required to input his own ideas. He hasn’t prepared for the meeting adequately and despite the fact that Yoongi’s tried to coach him beforehand, give him a few pointers - he still feels a little adrift as he stands upon the important figures and attempts to give his little speech.

Jeongguk’s looking at him curiously, eyes wide and sparkling like he’s genuinely interested in what the man has to offer.

Probably because Jeongguk genuinely seems immersed in the lives they live, in the companies they reign and the unjust profit they make through illegal ways. It’s not surprising. Who doesn’t want an abundance of money, of success and enough power to rule an entire country? Who doesn’t want that feeling of being on top?

Jimin wouldn’t be surprised if this is Jeongguk’s ambition and he’s currently living his best life.

Despite his incomplete research and preparation, Jimin still seems to deliver his presentation well. He has one specific idea that he’s been holding onto, wanting to share it amongst the associates for their approval. He isn’t specifically passionate about it but he has to take part of the situation so he and Yoongi had worked hard to contribute. His idea combines Kia’s and Hyundai’s motors to produce a navigation and new stereo system within the cars, using both of the existing systems and building upon it.

Mr. Jeon seems fascinated by the end of Jimin’s speech. Where there’s usual implications of disgust shining on his face towards Jimin, it’s been replaced with contentment today instead.

“Good idea,” Mr. Jeon speaks up, nodding his head gratefully. “I think that is something we’ll definitely keep in mind and develop through our new car model. I think it will be well received by our loyal clients and customers.”

Jimin’s reaction remains impassive. He nods in gratitude towards the approval, looking away before walking back to his seat. He settles down, fixing out his blazer. Jeongguk doesn’t lean into his space for the remaining duration of the meeting, keeping his focus fixated on any man that speaks across the table. They announce a short break before they go back to the meeting, making notes.

Once the meeting finally ends hours later, Jimin feels relieved. His shoulder and backs are aching in protest from being stagnant for a long period of time, muscles tense and he’s in dire need of a massage.

Before he can wander back and find Yoongi who’s been waiting for him, Jeongguk’s reaching for his forearm. He’s carefully guiding them away from the meeting room, to another far corner of the headquarter building where nobody can find them. Jimin bites his lips, finding a smirk growing on his lips as he allows himself to be pulled away without a complaint.

They arrive to an empty hallway, just before the emergency staircases for situations when the elevators are broken down. It’s just the two of them and Jimin’s pushed against the wall, feeling a gasp rumble out of him.

Jeongguk stands before him with wide, feral eyes as he cages Jimin against the wall. Both of his hands are pinned against either side of Jimin’s face, stepping in closer so he can press his body flush against Jimin’s. Immediate warmth envelopes Jimin, feeling Jeongguk’s chest touching against his and his eyes flutter shut instinctively.

It’s pathetic how fast Jeongguk manages to invade his system, how his heart goes into overdrive and his thoughts begin to circle whenever Jeongguk comes close.

Jimin had never imagined he could be so sexually attracted to another man, especially not someone who’s meant to be his enemy. All his childhood, he’s been groomed and taught that Jeongguk has to be despised, beaten and he has to conquer whatever Jeongguk achieves. That had failed for Jimin, though, as soon as he entered boarding school and stumbled across Jeongguk.

“What’s your problem?” Jimin spits, feigning disinterest towards Jeongguk’s tactics. He tries to back away from the hold, attempting to walk away.

Jeongguk, however, grabs his hands and raises them to pin them against the wall. The hold is firm but not painful, just tight enough that Jimin can’t slip away. He struggles nonetheless, acting like the brat he is.

“Stop fighting me,” Jeongguk mumbles furiously, pressing the wrists down harder. “You know exactly what you did just now, in the meeting.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it.”

There’s a pause and Jeongguk arches a precise brow, looking all business-like and serious.

“How do you know I didn’t, though?”

Jimin sniggers, shaking his head as he glances off into the distance. He attempts to focus on something else, anything, but give satisfaction to Jeongguk that he’s affecting him right now. That this situation, the proximity of their parents and the dangers of being in Hyundai’s headquarters and yet doing this, is turning him on.

“You didn’t stop me.” Jimin’s eyes meet Jeongguk’s against, his own pupils blown wide. “If you didn’t want me to do that, you would’ve stopped me. Simple.”

“But--”

“Some harmless fun, Jeongguk,” he says, leaning right into Jeongguk’s ears to seductively whisper.

“Not fucking harmless. It frustrated me, asshole.”

“Then…” Jimin settles back against the wall, rolling his head back and grinning. “Take your frustration out on me tonight, why don’t you?”

Jeongguk did exactly that.

Jimin had arrived at Jeongguk’s penthouse after he had dinner with his friends, escorted upstairs to the top floor around 10PM. He had barely made it through the door before Jeongguk was dragging his body towards the bed, tearing his clothes off and turning Jimin face down into the mattress.

It should get tedious, at some point. It should become a mundane, dull routine but each time that Jimin’s granted time alone with Jeongguk, he can only savour it. He can only relish the drag of Jeongguk’s thick dick inside of him, pounding into him and leaving him breathless.

It’s the same as always.

Jeongguk fucks him with no mercy whatsoever, one hand fisted in his hair to drag his head back and keep him in a vulnerable position. The other hand rests on Jimin’s hips, digging his fingers in and leaving small bruises of evidence that he was here.

At the end of the night, Jeongguk orders an Uber for Jimin and waits for the text confirmation that Jimin’s safely through the door of his own apartment.

The next morning, Jimin knows he has to visit his father. It’s the last task he wants to do.

He purposely postpones the inevitable, staying in bed until the late afternoon and checking through emails instead of getting ready. At some point, Hoseok comes to his room and urges him up and off. He coaxes Jimin into the shower, ensuring that it’ll be okay and he’ll accompany Jimin to the family home.

With the promise of Hoseok’s presence, Jimin begins to feel placid. He knows that Hoseok won’t let him lose his temper and reveal his undying resentment towards his father, that it’ll be carefully concealed. By now, his father must have an idea. Jimin refuses to believe that his father isn’t aware of Jimin’s true emotions, he has never tried to hide it.

He changes into casual clothing, feeling relieved that he doesn’t have to wear another suit today. Once he’s ready, he rejoins Hoseok with a small smile.

Hoseok guides him down the apartment, into the Uber that’s already waiting for them. He offers a reassuring smile, reaching over to clasp his hand atop of Jimin’s.

“Jimin-ah, what’re you worried about?” Hoseok questions curiously, seeming genuinely unaware of Jimin’s inner turmoil. He furrows his brow, tightening his hold over their hands. “You’re around your father all the time. This is no different.”

“He wants to talk to me,” Jimin mumbles, sighing as he looks over to his hyung. “He never invites me over to the family home unless it’s serious.”

“What’s the worse it could be?”

He shrugs helplessly, unable to provide a sufficient answer to Hoseok. There’s many possibilities that his father would require Jimin’s appearance at the family home, the same mansion that Jimin likes to avoid like the plague. He not only dislikes his father but there’s, somewhere, residual grudgement he’s holding against his mother.

Truthfully, Jimin knows his mother doesn’t deserve his indifference and his animosity directed towards her. But he can’t help how he feels.

“Who knows?” Jimin voices. “We’ll see.”

The only person that keeps Jimin going back to the mansion is his younger sister. He’s always pleased to see her. It doesn’t happen often due to their demanding schedules, always working in their own sectors within the business. Jiyeon works within the design department, associated with choosing the colours, the exterior of the Kia motors they produce and she thrives in her job.

Jiyeon is the only person who hasn’t tainted the Park family for the rest of eternity, still allows Jimin to hold a flicker of hope.

Once they arrive outside the old-fashioned, ostentatious mansion - Jimin’s anxiety shoots up higher. His heart hammers against his chest, making him falter in his motions to get out of the car. He doesn’t fear his father. Rather, it’s the opposite. But the mansion, in itself, holds oceans of bad memories for him and he hates reliving them one-by-one whenever he returns here.

Hoseok’s a guiding presence, though, and he manages to hold the burden for both of them. He walks over to Jimin’s side, helping him out of the car.

“You’re gonna be fine,” Hoseok promises him. “I’ve got you.”

The watchguards let Jimin and Hoseok through without a single glance, bowing down to greet them before opening up the gates. They walk up the winding path, through the oak trees and the garden his mother is growing and up to the front door.

One of the workers opens the door, bowing to Jimin and Hoseok.

“Your father is waiting in the living room.” He tells Jimin as he takes Jimin and Hoseok’s coat off them. “Please, go right through. He doesn’t want anyone else in the room besides you and Hoseok-ssi.”

Jimin nods to the worker, grateful for his help as they walk through the mansion. It’s unnecessarily massive, the house itself stretching on for miles. There’s tile flooring, marble pillars, a grand staircase with intricate designing on the steps that lead up to the first floor. There’s many different receptions but the main living room is often where his father initiates the ‘serious’ talks.

Jimin opens the double doors, entering the living room whilst holding his breath. His father, mother and Jiyeon sit around the plush, leather couches, spread out across the room. Jimin’s eyes meet his sister as he nods to her, watching a smile spread across her face.

“Jimin.” His father drones, voice holding no enthusiasm. He gestures to the couch opposite to him, beckoning him and Hoseok to sit. “Hoseok. Sit.”

Jimin swallows as they walk over, sitting down. He gets comfortable on the couch, smoothing out the creases in his shirt and trying to buy himself as much time as possible before he has to focus on his father. Eventually, with an exhale, he looks up and looks his father straight in the eye.

It shouldn’t make his chest explode with bitterness, compelling irritation. But it’s all he can feel.

“What do you want, father?” Jimin asks, attempting to keep his voice steady and not allowing any of his inner emotions reveal through his tone. “You require my presence here, today, despite knowing I’m working on a tight schedule?”

“We’re all on a tight schedule. We’re family. We have to make time for each other, no?” Mr. Park questions, tilting his head.

No. “I guess.”

“I have to talk to you about something important hence why you were required to come here. Is that a problem to you, my son?”

The past two years, there has been passive aggressive comments that they both throw towards each other. His father discreetly, but also openly, hurls questions in Jimin’s direction that are supposed to make him feel guilty. But all Jimin feels, in return, is his hatred growing even deeper. It reaches every vein, every nerve in his body and it consumes him wholly.

“I guess not.”

“It’s about our new deal. I think we should talk about that.”

Jimin resists the urge to roll his eyes, crossing his leg. “Okay. Talk, then.”

Hoseok looks a little disturbed at Jimin’s callousness. His eyes dart between Mr. Park and Jimin, his lips tugging downwards in displeasure but not voicing any protests. He knows his space and he doesn’t cross any of the unspoken limits he has.

“I see in the meeting yesterday, you sat next to Jeon Jeongguk. You sat on the Hyundai side rather than with me, your father, on the Kia side.”

Deafening silence follows. Hoseok’s eyes narrow, looking somewhat disappointed as he glances to Jimin with trouble filtering into his features. Jiyeon, as well, has the same expression but neither of them speak. Everyone’s eyes are fixed on Jimin, awaiting his response.

He chuckles under his breath, shifting where he sits to get more comfortable. He already has a feeling this is going to be a long conversation.

“What about it?” Jimin questions.

“Why did you do that? Embarrass your father like that?”

“I didn’t embarrass you,” he excuses immediately, offering a half-hearted shrug.

“You literally sat on the opposing side.”

“We’re partners, father. I really doubt there’s any sides involved when we’re supposed to be in an alliance, some sort of understanding.”

The idea to form their forces together, to meet together as one to form a motor vehicle together had been all his father’s side. Mr. Park wanted to prove he wasn’t just inferior, wanted to come out on top. By joining with the Jeon’s, he’s trying to prove that he can offer intelligent, wise business ideas that’ll raise their fortune for both of them.

They’re supposed to be partners. There’s not supposed to be lingering resentment from both side, they’re not supposed to be focusing on the generations worth of rivalry that stems from both of the successful companies.

“We’re not partners,” Mr. Park’s voice booms across the spacious room, sounding offended and vicious. “We’ll never be partners.”

Jimin blinks, unfazed. “I hate to break it to you, Appa… but we’re literally partners.”

Hoseok reaches over to nudge him a little, stop him whilst he’s ahead to prevent Jimin saying from something he’ll only later regret. There’s boundaries that even Jimin can’t cross. He has to tread lightly around his father.

“By name. There’s no deeper bond.”

“You joined them just for the money, didn’t you?” Jimin isn’t even surprised by this fact, he had his suspicions all along and they’ve just been confirmed.

Mr. Park is a fraud, in more ways than just purely business. His entire life has been painted by deception, lies building upon each other to conceal the last. He has a mountain of problems, dragging his family down with his disgraced name. Jimin’s exasperated. He doesn’t want to associate with his father any longer but he knows it’s not that easy, he simply can’t pack his bags and leave. It doesn’t work that way.

Mr. Park shrugs, looking almost sheepish now. “Money was a part of it, yes. That wasn’t the whole story, though, and there’s more on my agenda than just taking their money and making a run for it.”

“Right. Okay.”

“I need my son to be with me, to support me rather than joining the other side. That’s humiliating to me, to my colleagues who rely on you being the heir to his empire.” He stops, only to point around the living room they’re all seated in, before his eyes gaze intensely into Jimin’s. “Don’t you want to inherit all of this, and more, my son?”

Jimin’s tempted to drop down on his knees and scream until his lungs run dry and his voice is gone. He wants to pull out each strand of his hair in frustration. He wants to yell, and yell, until he’s run out of any words to say.

How many times can he emphasise that he doesn’t want this empire? He’s not even the slightest bit interested in inheriting a future that’s dull, meaningless. Money has never held a high importance in his life, not as much as feeling content with himself.

Jimin grits his teeth, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. “I don’t know how many times I can tell you but no, I don’t want this. You know this, Appa. I don’t know why you keep torturing your life by asking me the same question and getting the same answer that disappoints you.”

Mr. Park waves his hand in the air, dismissing what he’s just said with a mere shrug. He doesn’t seem to believe Jimin, not even for a minute.

“You’re going through a phase,” Mr. Park says, seemingly convinced himself of this. “You’ll come to your senses, you’ll see. You don’t even realise what’s on stake when I tell you that you can inherit all of this and more, the amount of wealth you’ll produce. You’ll be able to give your children a life they deserve. I worked so hard for you and your sister and now, you can return the favour.”

Jimin takes a deep breath as the words wash over him, slamming into him as dread fills him. His eyes darken out of the irkness that invades him, one by one, and taking over him. He shuffles forward, fixing his father with a deadly look.

“Don’t you dare tell me you’ve worked hard for us.” Jimin’s voice shakes from the velocity. “When you’re a cheater, a dirty man who banished his girlfriend and his unborn child so your schemes will remain undercover. You’re disgusting.”

As soon as the words that Jimin’s been trying to hold back come out of him, pin-drop silence follows. Everyone freezes up. No one dares to make a sound, shift a single inch as they all wait. Hoseok’s mouth is hanging open and in a moment of weakness, he reaches forward to grab Jimin’s hand. He seems petrified, trying to find some sort of purchase as he squeezes Jimin’s hand tightly.

Jimin’s mother curses under her breath, throwing the tea towel she had been holding down on the floor. She fixes Jimin with an unimpressed, outraged look and without a word, she’s wandering out of the room and making sure to slam the door behind her.

Mr. Park is perplexed but also, abhorred. Evidence of fury takes over his face, his lips snarling downwards in a frown.

“Who the fuck are you to judge me, Jimin?” He demands to know, his voice still holding the same authority as if he has no shame whatsoever. “You don’t know the whole story. You were away at boarding school. You really don’t get the chance to tell me what I am or am not when, well, look at you.

A lump forms in Jimin’s throat, lodged tightly and preventing him from being able to swallow efficiently. It shouldn’t affect him, not even in the slightest but he can’t help how his hand starts to shake. He clenches his fists, resting it on his lap as he silently talks himself out of doing something extreme like punching his father.

“A dirty, useless excuse of a son and if you--” His father continues, though.

“Sir,” Hoseok’s cutting in, his voice remarkably steady though his eyes are distraught and his frame trembles. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to take Jimin and head back home now.”

Hoseok’s doesn’t let Jimin stay in the living room for a minute longer. He stands up, holding Jimin’s hand and pulling him up. He doesn’t supply any words just yet but his eyes have softened, understanding imploring into his brown orbs as he circles an arm around Jimin’s waist. He’s gently, but firmly, guiding Jimin out of the room.

Before they can escape, his father calls for Jimin again.

“I swear to God, Jimin. If you start something with that Jeongguk kid, you’ll really see the extent of my anger. You haven’t seen anything yet. I tolerate your fucking shit but as soon as you expose your disgusting ‘lifestyle’, I won’t be so nice to you anymore.”

Jimin’s tempted to spit on his father. Instead, he resolutely looks ahead and wanders out of the room without a backward glance. They don’t bother stopping to check up on Jimin’s mother, simply wandering right out of the mansion and back towards the car.

Only when Jimin’s back in the car and in the safety of Hoseok’s presence only does he allow himself to cry.

Jimin wakes up later that evening to Miso licking his face and Taehyung giggling, curling into Jimin’s personal space. He groans, swatting Taehyung blindly before trying to turn over and resume his nap.

He had gotten a headache after the little crying session since leaving his family’s house. His tears had barely lasted longer than a few minutes, immediately burying his face in Hoseok’s side and forcing himself to swallow back the thickness of his throat and the moisture. Crying is a weakness, he’s been taught, and whilst he’s trying to regress everything his father had once told him - some lessons have remained ingrained.

He doesn’t want a single trace of his father in himself, though. So Jimin’s working harder to remove each and every lesson taught, every lecture his father has ever told him. The days of admiring Mr. Park and boasting about him has come to a bittersweet end.

“I’ve come to wake you up,” Taehyung mumbles, leaning in closer to Jimin. His deep, husky voice is soothing despite the frustration that Jimin’s been awoken. “Your phone keeps ringing and it’s fucking annoying.”

Jimin shrugs, turning onto his stomach in his mattress and pulling the duvet over himself further. He rarely gets a day off from work and he’s trying to use it wisely, not wanting to move an inch from his bed. Especially not when there’s a cute dog yapping around and Taehyung’s right here with him, too.

“Just silence it.”

“It’s Jeongguk.”

“Good. Just switch my phone off in that case.”

Taehyung chuckles, reaching out to rub Jimin’s shoulders. “You know you don’t want to do that.”

“I really do. I’m not looking forward to a dick appointment tonight.” Jimin’s voice is muffled in his pillow, not even opening his eyes as he talks. He yawns, slowly coming to his senses which disappoints him. “He can find someone else to keep his dick warm.”

“I mean, he’s texting you, too.”

“I don’t care, Tae,” Jimin says, exasperated. He opens up his arm, allowing Taehyung space to snuggle closer. Taehyung obliges without a complaint, pressing his body against Jimin’s as they cuddle. “Now either sleep with me or get the fuck out and take my phone with you.”

Taehyung whispers something that sounds like. “Brat.” Under his breath before he’s sighing. “Go back to sleep, sorry.”

Jimin comes around again an hour later, well into the evening. He grumbles when he feels Taehyung’s weight practically on top of him, crushing down on his chest. He bats Taehyung away from him, taking a moment to observe his best friend’s slack, sleeping face. Miso has somehow managed to escape during their nap.

He rolls over to the other side, pulling the duvet over Taehyung and leaving him in bed. He checks the display clock, indicating it’s nearly 9pm. Jimin should probably eat some dinner, settle down for the night but he finds himself edging for his cell phone instead.

6 missed calls from Fucking Asshole

‘Let’s fuck.’

‘I’m bored.’

‘Are you ignoring me?’

‘Do you want this dick or not?’

Jimin hums as he scrolls through the texts, finding each one getting more impatient than the last. He wanders into the bathroom, staring at his own reflection in the mirror critically as he contemplates whether or not he wants to get fucked tonight.

The truth is, he’s more than willing for a fuck session when it comes to Jeongguk. Despite their obvious tension towards each other, towards their unconventional situations - Jeongguk knows how to fuck, and fuck good. Everything that normally torments Jimin’s mind becomes quiet, no longer an immediate concern, when Jeongguk slides into him and fucks him.

He finds himself texting a reply, a smirk forming over his lips.

‘Be there in 20.’

(Mood: French Montana - Unforgettable)

Jeongguk shouldn’t be so jubliant by the confirmation that Jimin’s coming, after all. He had been trying to reach out to the older man all evening, finding himself cringing at his own desperate text messages. The truth is, he could go out and find any person to fuck for the night. But it’s never as fulfilling as Jimin feels, he can’t deny the satisfaction he feels at the end of it.

When the receptionist rings to inform Jimin’s arrived, he buzzes the man through. He glances around his penthouse, doing a once over and ensuring his place is decent and clean before there’s a knock on the door.

Unlike last time, there isn’t any lingering, pent-up tension today. Jeongguk’s lax when he retrieves the front door, revealing Jimin standing behind the door. He looks sleep disturbed, hair a little disheveled despite his obvious attempt to clean himself up. There’s red rings under his eyes, a lethargic smile sprawled across his lips.

For some reason, it fades a little upon their eyes meeting.

“You really love bothering me, don’t you?” Is the first words out of Jimin’s mouth, peering over Jeongguk’s shoulder and into the penthouse. “You gonna invite me in, or not?”

“If I was bothering you that much, should’ve just stayed at home.”

“Not gonna turn down a fucking now, am I?”

“You never do.”

Jimin’s eyes narrow like daggers, focusing in on Jeongguk. “Excuse you, I have turned down--”

“Shut up,” Jeongguk cuts him off, not in the mood for an argument. He’s had enough lecturing from his father for one day, having to hear him rant for hours endlessly about their clients. He’s really not in the mood for anything but burying himself into Jimin, forgetting about his anxieties. “Get inside and get naked.”

Jimin seems to contemplate for a minute before he’s sighing under his breath, pushing back Jeongguk and entering the penthouse. He glances around the spotless, orderly living space before looking back at the younger.

“Where do you want me?”

It sounds… dirty the way Jimin puts it, frankly and to the point. Like his only impact in life is to get fucked whenever and however Jeongguk wants it. It settles strangely in Jeongguk’s stomach, turning in distaste.

“Where do you want it?” He retorts, instead. He closes the door behind him, wandering to the makeshift bar he has in a corner of his penthouse. He pours himself a whiskey, looking over to Jimin. “And what drink do you want?”

Jimin blinks in surprise, waiting a beat before replying. “Black Russian on the rocks.” Another pause as he mulls over his decision. “The balcony.”

“The balcony?” Jeongguk repeats as he pours the vodka into the drink, twirling the glass around and listening to the ice cubes clink together. “It’s cold. It’s winter.”

“I don’t care.”

“Fair enough, then.”

Jeongguk approaches Jimin with the glass of alcohol, handing it over. Jimin still seems a little bewildered by the younger man actually talking to him, asking for his opinions and following through with them. There may be intense dislike between the two of them for each other but Jeongguk’s not a monster, he doesn’t like being unethical like his father and he also wants to assure that this is as pleasurable for Jimin as it is for him.

“Better start undressing,” Jeongguk mumbles, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt as he sips his whiskey. He walks over to the balcony, unlocking the door and feeling the first wave of wind hit him. It chills him down to the bones but arousal pings through him, the thought of naked Jimin out in the open warming him up instead. “I wanna fuck out my frustrations.”

Jimin scoffs but he’s hiding his expression with a sip of the drink, letting out a guttural sound before following after Jeongguk.

From the balcony, the view of Gangnam is prodigious. The buildings stretch on for miles, the busy bustle of the city evident from the top floor of Jeongguk’s building. Jimin seems entranced with his perspective of the district from up here, pupils darting from side-to-side as he observes quietly.

“S’beautiful, up here,” he comments idly.

Jeongguk offers a non-committal hum before he’s walking over to one of the plush seats, settling into it. He spreads his legs out, sipping from the whiskey even when it burns the back of his throat as it goes down. He keeps his eyes fixed on the night sky, awaiting Jimin to come and take what he wants.

Jimin takes his time. He finishes his drink first, taking long gulps before he places the glass down and wanders over to Jeongguk.

The alcohol seems to have a positive effect on him, a content smirk tugging on his lips. His previous annoyance has been faded, replaced with mischievous and this is the Jimin that Jeongguk’s accustomed to, knows how to treat.

The view of the beautiful man before him makes Jeongguk grin.

“What do you want, Jimin?” He asks, reaching out to grasp Jimin’s shirt between his fingers. He pulls him forward until he’s colliding with the chair, falling into Jeongguk’s personal space.

Jimin’s smile grows as he straddles Jeongguk’s hips, reaching down to grab Jeongguk’s shirt.

“I want you to fuck me, Jeongguk. Fuck your frustrations out on me.”

“If you insist so.” He drains the last sip of his whiskey, putting the glass down on the table before gesturing to himself. “Have at it.”

Once he’s given permission, Jimin sets to work immediately. He licks his lips, anticipation crawling over his features as nimble fingers fiddle with Jeongguk’s shirt. He’s impatient, trying to unbutton the material before growing frustrated, using enough force to physically rip the shirt.

“Jimin!” Jeongguk blinks in surprise, batting his hand away. “This is fucking Dolce & Gabanna!”

“And…?”

“And it’s fucking expensive?”

“You’re a fucking billionaire,” Jimin mumbles bitterly, resuming his quick work of removing his dress shirt but more deliberately now. “You can buy hundreds more of these shirts with a click of your finger, stop acting broke.”

“Act broke, stay rich.”

“Literally shut the fuck up.”

Jeongguk can’t help the laugh that escapes him at Jimin’s insistent curses, rolling his eyes. He reaches down, pulling the shirt back from either side to reveal his stomach. He’s tanned, smooth - since he waxes - and toned. He works out insistently, following a strict schedule his father implements on him.

Jimin marvels at the exposed skin, mouth hanging open as his hand wanders over Jeongguk’s abs. Perhaps, the act is more intimate than usual. They’re in close proximity, Jimin’s hard erection pressed up against his and Jimin’s hot breath can be felt on his face. Regardless, though, Jeongguk can’t seem to find a single compliant.

“You like what you see?” He raises a brow, hand circling around Jimin’s waist and resting on the small of his back.

Jimin refuses to answer, clamping his mouth shut. Instead of humouring him with an agreement, he shuffles backwards.

“Shut up,” he says boldly instead. Jimin settles on his knees, on top of the rug that Jeongguk had purchased for the balcony. “And let me suck you off.”

“No protest here.”

Jimin doesn’t bother wasting another second before unproductive, keeping his remarks deep inside of him and doing what he had promised instead. His hands unzip Jeongguk’s slack and he carefully pulls them down, along with Jeongguk’s boxers.

Jeongguk can’t help but keep his eyes tracked on Jimin, on his knees. He looks so willing, so beautiful with the view of Seoul behind him and an eager glint in his orbs. He’s truly the epitome of beauty, mastering the art of being provocative without coming off as overwhelming.

When Jeongguk’s half-hard erection is revealed, twitching - Jimin licks his lips and gets to work.

He leans in, one hand fondling with Jeongguk’s balls and the other suckling on the head of the cock. He’s a tease and he knows how to draw Jeongguk closer to impatience as fervor invades his system. His veins pump blood around his body faster, making his heartbeat pick up and he shivers from the pleasure.

It’s not enough, though.

“Jimin,” he moans a little, hand fisting in Jimin’s hair and tightening in a borderline painful manner. He tugs the man closer, keening. “C’mon.”

Jimin hums around the cock but he doesn’t pick up the pace, leisurely going at his own speed. He smirks, seemingly entertained as he takes Jeongguk an inch deeper before pulling over. He glances up to Jeongguk, eyes having darkened from lust and looking enticed.

“Love your cock,” Jimin whispers. “Love it when you fuck me.”

“That isn’t gonna happen if you keep going like this.”

Jimin squeezes his balls in his hand, warningly. “Keep talking and nothing will be happening, at all.”

Jeongguk knows it’s an empty threat, that they’re both worked up and they’re not leaving this balcony until they’re thoroughly satisfied. But nevertheless, he locks his words and he waits.

Jimin does give him more after that. He takes Jeongguk further down until the cock hits the back of Jimin’s throat, making him release a choked up gasp and tautening his grip over Jimin’s hair. The man only moans at that, licking the underside of Jeongguk’s cock before he begins to bop up and down.

Jimin’s talented in sucking cock. He does it efficiently, barely triggering his gag reflex as he takes Jeongguk’s cock all the way down before resurfacing to take a deep breath. He seems genuinely turned on by the act, his own hand sneaking down to grope himself through his jeans.

He uses his tongue skillfully, swirling around the head of Jeongguk’s cock before taking him down.

When Jeongguk feels the familiar coil in his lower stomach, tightening up with pleasure - he halts Jimin by the grasp in his hair. The older man immediately stops, mouth still full but peering up to Jeongguk with doey, curious eyes.

“Gonna fuck your throat,” Jeongguk states nonchalantly.

Jimin exhales sharply through his nose, remaining motionless and allowing the younger man to take the reins. He feels powerful with the control, able to bend and use Jimin as he pleases. Using the grip over his hair, he pulls Jimin down further and thrusts his hips forward to fuck his throat.

Jimin gags a little this time, the cock sliding down deep further as tears well in his eyes. But he doesn’t move, hands clutching onto Jeongguk’s legs and waiting patiently.

Jeongguk’s remorseless with his pace, not skipping a beat before he’s picking up the speed. With each hip thrust back into Jimin’s throat, he’s making Jimin choke and the tears readily roll down his cheeks. When he feels his orgasm fast approaching, he quickly pulls out and stares in awe as Jimin attempts to catch his breath.

“Jesus,” Jeongguk mumbles, reaching down to wipe a stray tear off Jimin’s face.

Jimin instinctively leans into the touch for a second before withdrawing. “Asshole.”

“You love that, you’re a fucking slut for it.”

The older man scoffs but he doesn’t deny the claim, simply standing up again and brushing the dust away at his knees. He seems even more impatient now, tugging down his jeans alongside his boxers. Jimin’s fully hard now, cock straining and he looks at Jeongguk desperately.

“Fuck me, Jeongguk. Need it so bad.”

“Need lube,” he replies, standing up. He discards of any clothing remaining on his body. “Get on the chair, ass out. I’m coming.”

Jeongguk hurries as he walks through his penthouse, to his bedroom drawer and grabbing the small bottle of lube. When he returns back to the balcony, Jimin has positioned himself correctly as requested. He’s buried his face into the chair, his back arched deliciously with his ass on display.

Jeongguk’s mouth nearly waters at the sight, having to rein in his self control. He, instead, takes his time.

He hums under his breath as he opens the lube bottle, listening to how Jimin’s breath hitches at the sound. Jimin can’t see what’s happening, eyes shut tightly and resting against the seat. Instead, he uses his sound senses to await what’s going to happen next.

Jeongguk slicks two of his fingers, taking a step closer to Jimin.

Now that he’s in closer proximity, he allows a second to admire Jimin’s naked body presented to him. He really is beautiful in every sense. His body is glorious, curved at all the right places and well maintained.

“Gonna make you feel it tomorrow,” Jeongguk promises as he crouches down before Jimin, shuffling up on the chair. His hand wanders over Jimin’s ass, groping roughly and feeling the smooth skin underneath his fingers. He licks his lips, addicted to the sound of spanking him so he doesn’t hesitate to deliver a swift slap.

Jimin jumps at the impact, having not expecting it but he doesn’t protest. Instead, he sticks his ass out further.

His finger lingers downwards, spreading Jimin’s ass cheeks apart. He marvels at the sight of Jimin’s hole, clenching tightly before he gently applies pressure on top.

“Unclench for me, Jimin. Relax.”

The instructions seem to have the effect he wants, Jimin breathes out and going pliant. Jeongguk smirks at the sight, easing one of his fingers in whilst his other hand wanders over Jimin’s body. He makes sure to touch over every inch, wanting to feel the skin-on-skin contact as it spurs him to push his finger knuckles deep.

Jimin’s greedy and he’s pleading barely second later, rocking his hip backwards.

“C’mon. Need you,” he tries to say, voice muffled. “Please.”

“Already begging?”

“Please.”

“Okay, okay. Needy.”

Jeongguk’s growing impatient himself as his cock twitches, fully hard and desperately in need of relief once again. He doesn’t waste anymore time, as much as he likes teasing Jimin. Instead, he pushes in another finger and starts to open Jimin up. He listens to the obscene sound of lube squelching inside of Jimin, his hole swallowing up his digits and clenching around them.

Jimin’s grasping onto the chair, his fingers going white from the tight hold and the constant breathy sounds that leave his lips.

He’s a vision when he’s worked up, so close to what he wants but not enough. He’s so sensual like this that Jeongguk almost wants to keep this up, even if it’s brutal and cruel. But his own cock is requiring his attention.

Once Jimin’s open and loose, he pulls his digits out.

“Ride me, Jimin. Stand up.”

Jimin lets out a sound of confusion but he doesn’t disobey, merely nodding as he gets off the chair. His legs wobble, nearly falling into Jeongguk’s chest but regaining his balance as he waits.

Jeongguk settles onto the chair, spreading his legs apart and gesturing to his lap.

“Come get it, slut.”

Jimin raises a brow, looking half amused and half offended, almost like he wants to turn on his heel and walk the other direction. He seems to decide against it, taking slow steps towards Jeongguk and eventually straddling his hips. He settles close, pressing their chests flush together. He leans in, whispering in Jeongguk’s ear.

“One day…” Jimin pauses, only to edge to the right and bite down on Jeongguk’s earlobe harshly, tugging. “I’m gonna be the one calling you slut.”

“I really doubt--”

But before Jeongguk can finish, his mouth is left hanging open and no sounds manage to escape him. Jimin’s leaning up, aligning his cock against his hole and sinking down. He takes it like a champ, barely giving himself time to adjust as he moves down. When he’s fully bottomed out, his lustful, dark eyes look up to Jeongguk.

“Don’t underestimate me, Jeongguk,” he says, seriously. His tone has slipped from playful, somewhat has hints of threat behind it. “I may not be as rich, but I’m just as powerful. Just remember that.”

It happens so quickly, almost like a daze.

Jimin starts riding him fast, bouncing up and down as lewd, sinful moans escape his lips. He’s shameless with the act, throwing his head back and whimpering Jeongguk’s name. His chest is stretched out and Jeongguk wants to touch. So he does.

His fingers reach out, pinching Jimin’s nipples whilst his other hand grasps Jimin’s cock.

He strokes Jimin off like he knows Jimin likes. Tightening his hold the further closer to the head he gets, fondling with his balls at the same time. When Jimin starts to slow down, presumably the burn of his thighs getting the best of him - Jeongguk takes over.

He doesn’t hesitate to switch their positions, pushing Jimin back down into the chair and pounding him from behind.

Each thrust is hard, worked up and frustrated as he pours out his pent-up feelings onto Jimin. He fucks Jimin so hard that chair shakes from the velocity, nothing that can be heard except Jimin’s choked up gasps and Jeongguk’s growls. He fists his hand in Jimin’s hair, tugging his head up so his neck arches prettily.

“My fucking slut,” Jeongguk spits. “Do you understand?”

Jimin remains stubbornly quiet, refusing to indulge him with an answer. Instead, Jimin reaches down and starts to stroke himself in time with the thrusts.

They both come together, reaching their overwhelming climax at the same time. Jeongguk releases his hair when the pleasure overtakes him, causing him to black out for a few minutes as his vision blurs and he buries himself deep in Jimin. He’s breathing harshly once he’s done, blinking in surprise.

He doesn’t remember the last time he had come that hard.

When he looks down, it seems like Jimin’s recovering too. He’s slumped against the chair, eyes squeezed shut as he composes himself.

“You okay?” Jeongguk feels inclined to ask, wincing as he slowly pulls out.

Jimin lets out a little sound of pain once the cock slides out of him, immediately turning over so his back is against the seat.

“Always fuck me good,” Jimin replies, sounding a little distant, hazy.

Jeongguk frowns. “Do you need water?”

“Shut up. Just… give me a minute.”

He listens to Jimin’s request, standing up to give the man some space before falling into the chair besides him. The two of them are still collecting themselves, quiet as they stare out across the city.

Finally, Jimin turns to him.

“Water, yes. Please.”

Jeongguk gets up without a word, wandering back into his penthouse. He walks to the kitchen, filling up a glass of ice-cold water for the both of them as he returns and hands it over to Jimin.

“Don’t forget,” Jeongguk mumbles, munching on a bit of ice. “Your presence is required at Hyundai headquarters tomorrow, for your car radio idea, thing.”

Jimin peers over to him, looking bewildered for a minute before it registers into him.

“Oh, yeah.” He sounds disinterested, snorting before taking another sip of his water. “Yeah, whatever.”

“I know you don’t care for… the whole business thing but don’t be late. My father won’t take it lightly.”

“Don’t worry, darling, I wouldn’t dream of making Mr. Jeon mad.”

“Jimin,” he says, exasperated. He’s not saying this to be an asshole, he genuinely knows his father will discredit and talk about Jimin in a bad light if the older man tries anything to sabotage this. “Please.”

“Listen.” Jimin sounds mildly irritated. “I may not show any interest in the business but I’m not an idiot. I, too, was raised in a rich household. I know manners. I won’t be late to your precious fucking meeting.”

A moment of silence passes before Jeongguk breathes out.

“Bring your father, too.”

“No,” is Jimin’s immediate reply. “I’ll come alone.”

“Are you sure you want to come without any representative?” Jeongguk raises a brow, unsure why anyone would willingly put themselves through the torture that is Mr. Jeon and everything he stands for. “I can’t promise my father won’t try to annoy you, purposely pick on you.”

Jimin chuckles, the sound empty unlike his usual laugh that radiates delight and resonates with Jeongguk.

“I’m a big boy, I can handle it.”

Jeongguk has nothing to reply with, nothing that’ll change Jimin’s mind. He finishes his glass of water before he stands up, reaching for his phone and calling for an Uber. Jimin redresses out on the balcony, flashing Jeongguk a smile.

“See you tomorrow, then.”

Just like that, Jimin’s leaving like he arrived and the penthouse is empty, a void, once again.

Chapter Text

Jeongguk taps his finger anxiously against his thigh, following the rhythm of the song stuck in his mind. Every few minutes, he looks up and glances out of the glass walls of the office, scanning across the view. The hallways remain empty, though, and his jitters continue to climb upwards.

They’re expecting Jimin at Hyundai headquarters today. He’s individually presenting his business plan, expanding upon his basic ideas and forming new strategies that will win over the public.

Jeongguk, however, is still apprehensive.

He knows Jimin arriving alone will only display him in a vulnerable position, give Mr. Jeon permission to pick him apart and scrutinise his every view, his every thought process. He doesn’t want Jimin to feel defeated after his meeting, to feel like his business plan isn’t worth their time and energy.

Jeongguk’s father sits besides him, working without a word. Even when there’s an absence of his voice, he holds authority in the room. The pin-drop silence is jarring and uncomfortable, causing Jeongguk to shift on his seat.

Mr. Jeon has a stack of papers before him and he’s barely checking the documents, signing each one of them and throwing them aside. Jeongguk’s convinced that the man doesn’t know what he’s even giving his permission to, as long as he seems to accumulate wealth from the prospect.

“Jimin is coming, right?” Mr. Jeon questions, voice detached and ringing clear with apparent disinterest.

Jeongguk looks at his Rolex watch, noting that there’s still fifteen minutes until the meeting is scheduled to begin.

“Yes, father. I’m sure he is.”

Mr. Jeon remains unimpressed, humming under his breath with a measly shrug. He doesn’t spare his son another glance, eyes remaining glued on the sheets of papers.

“You know,” his father continues after a few insufferable minutes, clicking his tongue as he collects the papers and shuffles them together. He staples them, looking over to his son. “As dense as Jimin is, his car stereo and system idea is insanely clever.”

Mr. Jeon’s words are full of disbelief like the man can barely comprehend that Jimin is capable of higher-thinking and conjuring together a well put-together, thoughtful business plan. His bitter words settle uneasily in Jeongguk’s stomach, causing his guts to churn.

Overtime, Jeongguk’s managed to build tolerance against his father. He had to form strong defence mechanisms, to shrug off any words that are delivered to him, and never letting it settle deep into him. He never registers his father’s words any longer.

Yet, the unjust criticism against hard-working, innocent individual pings him.

“Jimin isn’t dense,” he explains, attempting to keep his tone aloof so he doesn’t sound invested. “He will, obviously, contribute wise ideas to the company. He’s a part of the business, the partnership, after all.”

“Well. This is the first time he’s proved himself useful.”

“Well--”

“And did you see how he sat with you, with Hyundai, rather than his own family?” The man looks disgusted, nose scrunched up as he shakes his head. “Disgraceful, really. I’d kill you if you tried something like that.”

I’d kill you.

The words are harsh, unnecessarily extra. He swallows around the tight lump lodged in his throat, fiddling with the hem of his dress shirt to seek out a means of distraction instead of registering the words. He’ll only dwell on them if he thinks too hard, torture himself and Jeongguk can’t afford to do that.

He had known that Jimin disobeying his father publicly would result in controversy, from both families. Jeongguk would never be able to muster enough courage to commit the same act, knowing he’d only land in trouble with his father and he tends to avoid that like the plague.

Yet, Jimin hadn’t shown a single hint of remorse. Amidst an important, notable business meeting, he had acted as he wanted and got away with it. It only begs the question, though, about what happened to Jimin and the Park family. The more time he spends around them, the more susceptible he is to noticing the strain between the father and son.

Boarding school has become a distant memory, nearly two years have passed, but he still remembers Jimin vividly. He remembers Jimin’s relationship with his father always being a source of positivity in the older man’s life. He remembers craving the same relationship that Jimin has with his own father.

“Yeah,” Jeongguk replies absentmindedly, unable to offer any other sufficient words to the conversation.

Eventually, after another ten minutes, there’s a knock on the door revealing Seokjin.

His gaze first travels to Jeongguk, offering him a small nod and a reassuring smile that’s always reserved just for him. With Seokjin’s constant presence around, Jeongguk feels more at ease. When Seokjin looks at Mr. Jeon, however, his expression is wiped clean and replaced with a business-like, serious face.

“Good morning, sir,” he greets, bowing. “Park Jimin has arrived. He’s waiting outside.”

“Send him in.”

Jeongguk holds his breath as he watches Seokjin walk out of the office, muttering ‘sure, of course’ under his breath. He waits to see whether Jimin arrived alone after all, or not, and desperately wishes it’s the latter.

There’s another knock and when Jimin enters, he’s on his own.

Jeongguk’s face falls and he slumps into his seat, cursing under his breath so it isn’t audible to his father.

Jimin stands by the door for a minute before he steps in, shutting it behind him. There’s a desolate expression painted over his face, not revealing any inner emotions. He’s a void, a shell of who he is. His lips are stretched into a taut, thin line and his features are smooth, clean. He’s dressed to impress, evidently, with his fluffy, blow dried hair that’s carefully curling in the front and his expensive, pristine suit. He looks like a supermodel, not fit for a mundane business office.

“Good morning, sir.” Jimin bows as well, looking over to Jeongguk and nodding. “Jeongguk.”

The words are barren and raw, sounding unlike himself and holding no concern behind them. Mr. Jeon doesn’t seem to notice, though. He closes the folder he’s flicking through, gesturing to the chair opposite the desk.

“Good morning. Please do sit.”

They wait until Jimin’s seated, fixing out his blazer and running a hand through his black strands of hair. He adjusts his fringe, only looking back up when he’s satisfied with his own appearance. When he smiles, it’s almost a grimace and Jeongguk tries not to cringe.

“I hope you know why I’ve invited you here today, Jimin?”

Mr. Jeon’s voice leaks with judgement, unforgiving. Jimin notices but he doesn’t pay any mind, shuffling forward on his seat and painting an amused expression across his face. Jimin’s playing dangerous with fire but it’s not surprising for the man who’s never afraid of getting burnt.

“Of course,” Jimin says. He places a folder on the table, extending it forward to Mr. Jeon. “We’re here to discuss my business plan.”

Mr. Jeon eyes the folder skeptically for a minute before he’s eventually reaching out. He flicks through the papers with no real interest behind his orbs, barely reading any of the words before he closes it.

“I’m surprised.” His voice is patronising, even irking Jeongguk.

“Oh, you were, sir?” Jimin, if anything though, sounds even more entertained. “Please, do tell why.”

Jeongguk nibbles on his bottom lip, suspense flooding his system as he listens to Jimin’s sarcastic tone. The older man isn’t holding back, not even the slightest, and it’ll only come back to him in the form of karma. He’s treading an unhinged territory.

“Just because. It’s always your father offering useful suggestions and for once, you have decided to contribute. It’s a surprise, a pleasant one. Hence why I called you here so we can expand upon it, work on it together. You’ll present it, renewed, at the next meeting.”

Jimin’s expression doesn’t shift, humming as he nods. It’s commendable. Jimin remains steadfast and strong-willed, not floundering underneath the hard stare he receives from Mr. Jeon.

“I managed to form some ideas that deserve to be expressed and developed. I’m honoured to finally have the chance to do so.”

Mr. Jeon makes a non-committal sound, shrugging as he hands the folder back to Jimin.

“Well, if you may - present it to me.”

Jimin takes over the role of someone who seems engrossed in his matters, in the current affairs. It’s mesmerising to watch. For someone who holds little to no enthusiasm in their industry, the same one they’re trapped within, he talks with a tone that highlights the exact opposite in an convincing manner.

As he presents, he engages with Mr. Jeon the whole way through. He gestures with his hands, he asks questions, he talks in different tones, different volume levels.

Jimin’s business idea is intricate and well thought out, guaranteed to become a winner amongst clients and customers. Jimin has managed to perfect the art of balancing out following the companies policies as well as incorporating the general public’s desires.

Once he’s finished his presenting, he settles back down. Jimin looks smug, like he knows he’s done a good job and waits for the approval to follow through.

However, Mr. Jeon doesn’t share the same sentiment.

“Did you, or your father, conjure this plan? Honestly?”

His words intend to sting, lethal and sharp with the way he spits it out. Jimin’s expression almost falls but he catches himself quickly, schooling his features to remain stagnant and unmoving. He takes a moment before he’s replying, his voice shaking from the velocity of his emotions that he’s burying within him.

“Excuse me?” He retorts.

“Forgive me if you think this is rude.” Mr. Jeon pauses. “But you have not shown a single ounce of interest in your business, in my business and you suddenly expect me to believe that you can form an extravagant, detailed plan? All on your own? Do you understand why I’m having a hard time believing that this your own doing?”’

Jeongguk’s chest tightens as he revels in the distaste of his father’s words, feeling them turn sour. He feels compelled to do something, to say something and to indicate how this situation is cruel towards Jimin.

But he’s helpless.

Mr. Jeon will scrutinise your worth, size you up and spit you out with no remorse and empathy to your situation and circumstances. He isn’t concerned with anything that doesn’t directly involve his dirty money. If he has to disrespect someone, he will do it without a blink of the eye. Speaking against his father, now, will only result in more drama.

“Excuse me?” Jimin repeats his words, this time sounding aghast. “That’s a really bold statement to make, sir.”

“Am I wrong for assuming so?”

“Yes.” Jimin doesn’t miss a bat. “Yes, it is. Because--”

“Listen, don’t take it personally--”

“With all due respect, sir, but I’m speaking and you have to hear me out.”

Jimin’s words are unrelenting, staring hard into Mr. Jeon’s eyes and even having the nerve to slightly tilt his brow. The room resumes into silence, tension growing thick between them all.

Jeongguk has realised before but it hits him twice as hard: he’s seriously underestimated Jimin.

The older man is fierce. As delicate and as submissive as he can be behind closed doors, in the bedroom, he’s anything but in personality. Jimin’s the opposite. He’s a force to be reckoned with.

Jimin’s personality is audacious. If he holds even a morsel of fear towards a situation, towards another person - he doesn’t dare allow himself to display it, keeping his poker face straight and not giving the opportunity for people to prey on him.

Mr. Jeon licks his lips, looking torn between banishing Jimin from the room and hearing him out.

“Do carry on.”

“Thank you,” Jimin mumbles under his breath, a hint of relief peeking through his tone despite it all. “I may not be vocal about my loyalty to my job, and my business - but it doesn’t mean I’m any less invested as you, or your son, may be.”

“So you’re confirming this is all your doing, yes?”

“Yes. I got second opinions and revised the plan with my secretary, Yoongi. But besides that, it was me.”

Mr. Jeon doesn’t seem convinced. He opens his mouth to say something and he almost lets it out, his lips twisting downwards like he’s prepared to spew out necessary words once again. Before he can manage to do so, Jeongguk’s cutting in.

“Father.” His voice is stable despite the inner turmoil that’s growing. “I think we should credit Jimin for his hard work instead of discrediting him.”

Mr. Jeon’s head snaps in his direction, looking astonished that his son has spoken back to him. Dismay filters into his features and before he can say anything, Jeongguk hurries to continue.

“Jimin has worked hard. His presentation is well put-together, thoroughly thought through. It’s clear that his effort has been colossal and we should recognise this, praise this fact instead of questioning his capability.”

Jeongguk’s not sure why there’s an urge to defend his honour. He just knows he has to, almost feels obliged to do so.

Jimin seems taken aback by his gallant words, attempting to diminish the situation before it escalates.

Mr. Jeon clears his throat, looking away. Shame begins to wash over his face but it’s not towards his own unjust action, rather it’s directed towards Jeongguk and his obvious disobedience. Jeongguk knows he’ll never hear the end of this one.

He never speaks up against his father. He even allows the corruption, the white collar crimes slide, allowing them to go unnoticed, buried down. He gets Namjoon to help him, deleting paper trials of the crime so there’s no way for them to trace back to Hyundai.

It’s surprising he’ll go against his rule, though, for Jimin.

“Fair enough.” Mr. Jeon reaches out for the coffee that’s been sitting idly on the side, undoubtedly lukewarm now as he gingerly takes a sip. “If my son says so. I trust his judgement so I will trust yours, too, Jimin. I expect you not to let me down.”

Jimin’s smirk is carefully, and quickly, concealed with a smile.

“Of course, sir. I don’t intend to.”

His tone drips with sarcasm and he’s openly mocking Mr. Jeon but the fact is overlooked, not pondered over. Mr. Jeon looks more than eager to end this meeting now, skirting on the edge with the outrage.

“You’re dismissed. I will see you in the next meeting, Jimin.”

Jimin has never looked more relieved, pacified as he jumps up from his seat and barely spares them a glance as he runs out. Before Jeongguk can make a move, Mr. Jeon turns to him.

“How dare you, son?” His voice is grave, hissing out the words. “How dare you disrespect me, in front of him?”

“I was doing it for our best interest,” Jeongguk rambles out the first logical explanation that enters his mind, doing exactly what Seokjin would suggest him to do. “If you keep belittling, letting him down like that, he’ll only be motivated to drop out and that plan is worth millions to us.”

“Millions?”

“Yes, millions. You know it. It’s genius.”

Mr. Jeon hums contemplatively and even though his anxieties hasn’t been wiped clean entirely, arrogance takes over once again. He acts as if it’s his own plan, like he owns the rights to it and it makes Jeongguk’s stomach churn with distaste.

“Fair enough.”

Jeongguk’s dismissed. He recognises it in his father’s tone, resigned and resuming to unbothered and he considers himself safe to leave. He scrambles out of his seat, pulling his blazer over his body and scurrying out of the office in hopes he’ll catch Jimin just before the man leaves the building.

The elevator ride feels insufferably long as he goes down to the lobby, humming under his breath to distract his thoughts. When the doors open with a chime and he rushes out, he’s met with no sight of Jimin whatsoever.

“Has Park Jimin left already?” He asks the receptionist, trying not to let the annoyance leak into his tone.

The woman behind the desk looks up with a sheepish expression, pausing where she’s conversing with someone.

“Yes, sir. Park Jimin just left.”

Jeongguk resists the urge to groan out loud. Mostly, he resists to question the urge that’s taken over to see Jimin after the meeting.

Jeongguk fixes the necktie he’s wearing, emerging from his car the next morning. He bids farewell to the driver with a ‘thank you’, bowing a little before walking up to the building. As expected, Seokjin and Namjoon are waiting for him outside. Seokjin holds his morning coffee fix, Namjoon’s carrying paperwork.

He sighs a little as he approaches them, offering a tired smile.

“Good morning,” Jeongguk murmurs, rubbing his eyes before reaching out for the coffee. It’s iced and black, bitter down the throat but he swallows it regardless. “How are you both doing?”

“We’re good,” Namjoon says. “Did you sleep well?”

“I slept decent.”

They walk into the building together. Seokjin begins to run down their to-do list, mostly consisting of completing more paperwork and meeting with a few of their long-distance business associates from Japan. It’s a tiresome feat but Jeongguk’s presence is required in every meeting, whether or not he’s directly involved with the project being discussed, as his father’s right-hand. It drains his limited energy to spend hours, with no end in sight, in one meeting room with unknown men as he listens to his father’s dishonest speeches.

As they enter the lobby and edge towards the elevator, Jeongguk’s eyes catches on Jimin.

Jimin’s here, standing in the lobby alongside his secretary: Yoongi. They’re both trying not to attract attention to themselves, discreet with their eyes fixed on each other. Jimin’s hair has been styled differently today, his bangs falling over his forehead and trying to conceal his identity further. He still looks elegant, though and Jeongguk hates that Jimin is beautiful in any attire the man decides to pull off.

Jeongguk narrows his eyes upon the two figure, dubious as to why Jimin’s here. They have no immediate schedules planned that’d require Kia motor’s presence unless Jeongguk’s been misinformed.

“Why is he here?” Jeongguk questions, turning to face his hyung’s.

Seokjin clears his throat. “Jimin’s father stopped by. Jimin came along.”

“Oh.”

It’s still a little jarring to see Jimin around, lurking around the building more often than not. Whilst they’ve been affiliated for years now, bonded together in the form of business ownership, it had never been mandatory for the companies to meet regularly. The only constant, regular contact they held was during their monthly business meetings.

The only contact Jeongguk held with Jimin was during the weekend. The two days in the week were used for their own resort of freedom, releasing their pent-up frustrations upon each other and using each other’s bodies as they pleased.

“I should go and say hello, then.”

Seokjin and Namjoon both dismiss themselves, informing the younger man that they’ll go up to the office, as they walk to the elevator. He waits until the older men are out of sight, taking another sip of his coffee and composing himself before he walks over to Jimin and Yoongi. With each step he takes, he feels his heart jumping to his throat. He hasn’t talked to Jimin since the meeting and he wonders how the man’s been taking the criticism provided to him.

“Hello,” Jeongguk says once he stops before them, bowing. “Jimin. Yoongi-ssi.”

They’re both startled by the sudden appearance but school their expression, fixing on polite smiles and business-like, levelheaded expressions. Yoongi looks on guard, his eyes warily scanning over Jeongguk like he’s trying to tear the man apart with his gaze and peer into his inner, deep self.

“Hyung.” Jimin coughs into his fist, tapping Yoongi on the shoulder. “Give us a minute, will you?”

“Sure.” Yoongi looks more than contented to not involve himself in the pending disaster waiting to occur, nodding. “I’ll be outside.”

He doesn’t offer any other words. He simply wanders off, fixing his blazer over his torso and looking resolutely ahead of him. Despite the fact that he’s barely spoken at all during the interaction, there’s clear, loud disapproval that radiates off his body language. It’s directed towards Jeongguk. He’s barely interacted with Yoongi, only seen him around the building every now and then and it begs the question why Yoongi dislikes him.

Jeongguk waits, allowing the silence to stretch between the two of them.

“Your hyung doesn’t seem fond of me,” Jeongguk laughs when neither of them speak. “He wasn’t even trying to hide his scowl, you know?”

Jimin raises a brow, his eyes finally meeting Jeongguk’s. They brighten a little, a hint of glint shining through his orbs as he throws his head back and laughs prettily.

“Offended that someone has the nerve to openly be impolite towards you?”

“Well, yeah. This is my empire, after all.”

“Your empire?” Jimin repeats, amused. There’s no evidence of malice in his tone but rather, entertainment as he rolls his eyes. “I beg to differ. This empire is your father’s. You’re merely a pawn.”

“Really? Yet, I’m going to take over.”

“Right. Until then, we’re calling it your father’s.”

“You’re so fucking annoying.”

Jimin giggles this time, covering his mouth to muffle the sounds and not attract anymore attention to himself. He looks up once again, running his hand through his hair to push it off his face and expose his forehead.

“That isn’t what you say when you fuck me.”

Jeongguk’s sipping on his coffee when the idle comment leaves Jimin’s mouth, nearly making him choke in surprise. He coughs a few times, willing the substance to go down his throat before he turns to Jimin.

“Shut the fuck up, idiot.”

He quickly looks around the lobby, finding it mostly empty. It doesn’t seem like anyone has noticed or overheard but the possibility had been surreal and real. Once he’s sure that nobody is looking in their direction, not a single person seems suspicious, he finally relaxes.

“It’s just some fun, c’mon!” Jimin whines.

The man knows what he’s doing, using his powers of teasing to his full advantage. They’ve known each other for years, they know each other’s push buttons and how to push down on them. Jimin knows how to get on Jeongguk’s nerves, what infuriates him and what doesn’t and he uses this knowledge as he pleases without any sign of remorse.

Even when they’re surrounded by important, influential associates - Jimin has no shame whatsoever.

“I don’t mind fun. Anywhere but here.”

He tries to sound stern, displaying resilience. It doesn’t seem to register to Jimin, though, because he isn’t missing a beat before he’s leaning in and replying.

“That wasn’t what you were saying in the meeting when I jerked you off underneath--”

“Oh my God,” Jeongguk mumbles, speaking loud enough to overpower Jimin’s words. He reaches out, shoving the man’s chest slightly so the proximity gap is widened. “Fuck off, really. Fucking brat.”

Jeongguk turns on his heels, prepared to walk away. If he stands here for a moment longer, they’ll blow their cover. He isn’t prepared for a scandal, for drama. He’ll never be prepared. Whenever that time comes close, he’ll have no remorse and he won’t hesitate to cut Jimin off.

“Wait, wait!” Jimin stops him.

“What?” He hisses, irked as he glances over his shoulder.

Jimin doesn’t seem to notice his annoyance and if he does, he’s opting to completely ignore it. Instead, he walks up to the man.

“Tonight,” he whispers right into Jeongguk’s ears.

As simple as that, Jimin dismisses himself.

He doesn’t wait to watch how Jeongguk’s jaw slackens, how he shudders from the instantaneous bust of thrill and heat that shoots up his body. He keeps walking, towards the entrance and back into Yoongi’s embrace as they walk off together.

Jeongguk waits until Jimin has disappeared before he lets out an exhale, cursing under his breath, and approaching the elevators for another long day of work. This time, though, there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.

The minute Jimin walks through the penthouse, Jeongguk is dragging him to the bedroom.

It’s just shy of dinnertime and it seems like neither of them have ate, Jimin’s rumbling stomach a clear sign. The night befalls upon them, darkening room but lightening it through the high-rising buildings and the bustle of the city through the glass walls. Jeongguk doesn’t do the curtains, leaving them open and exposing them to the wandering eyes.

Jeongguk’s not worried, though. On the top floor of the building, the twentieth storey, it’s improbable that anyone can peek through and understand what’s happening through the window. But the mere notion, the idea that they’re completely vulnerable, is thrilling.

Jeongguk bends Jimin over the side of the bed, pressing a unrelenting hand on the small of his back and pinning him down.

Jimin doesn’t voice any protests. He doesn’t make any sarcastic remarks, any grunts under his breath. He goes down lightly, following along to the orders as he grips the bed sheets between his fingers and exhales. He allows Jeongguk to strip him naked, goosebumps erupting on his skin wherever the fingers follow.

“Are you cold?” Jeongguk questions, noticing how Jimin shudders.

“A little.”

Jimin’s voice is timid, muffled by the fabric obstructing his mouth. Jeongguk furrows his brows, glancing around his bedroom before he locates the air conditioning dial and walks over to turn it down.

“Don’t worry,” Jeongguk smirks as he crouches down before Jimin, tugging down the jeans and throwing them in another direction of the room. “You’ll heat up once I fuck you.”

He expects a response but Jimin barely acknowledges the words, remaining stagnant and still in the bedsheets. Jeongguk pauses, not accustomed to his silence and his apparent submissive stance. It’s unusual for Jimin not to make snide comments, to act bratty.

“Uh.” Jeongguk steps back. “Are you okay, or?”

Jimin lets out a small groan, looking over his shoulder with an impatient look painting over his features. He twists the sheets between his fingers, looking for some purchase as the whispered words leave his lips.

“Stressed. Hungry. Will you fuck me already, for fuck’s sake?”

Sex is a means of distraction for Jimin and he seems to be in desperate need for his fix, his cockiness and smugness wiped clean and replaced with liability. It’s a startling change but Jeongguk can adapt, mold himself to become what Jimin needs.

“Okay. Fine.”

Jeongguk discards of his own clothes, met with his half-hard erection. He uses the precome to stroke over his length, willing himself to harden as the other hand idly touches Jimin all over. He runs a hand down Jimin’s spine, feeling over his waist and down to his thighs. Once he’s ready, he applies a generous amount of lube on three of his fingers and opens him up carefully.

Once he’s met with no little to no resistance to the fingers, Jeongguk pushes his cock in one swift motion.

Jimin immediately chokes on a broken gasp, turning his head to the side and lifting his hips up uselessly.

“Fuck me, c’mon,” Jimin begs, fucking himself back on his cock. “Need it so bad. Please. C’mon.”

The words are disarranged, muted and frantic. He bites down on the sheets to prevent any loud noises escaping him.

“Already begging?” He muses, a little bewildered by the change in Jimin. His stomach tightens, a ping of arousal crossing through him. “I’ll give you what you want. Don’t worry.”

Jeongguk pulls out until he only has tip in Jimin before thrusting into him once again, pushing in inch-by-inch. He’s attempting to be careful, trying not to hurt him but give him a thorough fucking all at the same time.

Despite the tenderness of the situation, Jimin still hisses.

Jeongguk stills for a moment, allowing him to adjust before picking up the pace. He remains buried deep, barely lifting up, as he continuously thrusts into Jimin. His own frustrations come out to play, his demons taking over. Just like Jimin, Jeongguk uses sex as a diversion from his own problems. They both resolve their issues in the same manner: forgetting it ever existed, immersing into sex.

He fucks Jimin relentlessly, clutching onto his hips hard enough to leave fingerprint bruises. Jimin jolts, writhing helplessly on the mattress as lewd moans leave his lips every time the cock is thrusted deeper. He seems uncomfortable, slipping off the edge of the bed.

“Get on.” Jeongguk pulls out, spanking his ass once. “Get comfortable.”

“Huh?” Jimin looks up to him, eyes bleary. “Sorry?”

Jeongguk spanks him again but soothes it over with a rub, smiling softly.

“You’re slipping off the side. Get on the bed and get comfortable with the pillows.”

Jimin hesitates as the words register into him before he complies, scrambling onto the bed. He settles in the middle, on his stomach, a soft relieved sigh leaving his lips as he hugs the pillow to his chest and lifts his hips up impatiently.

Jeongguk follows after this, grabbing ahold of his hips and pushing into Jimin without any preamble. Jimin chokes from the sudden intrusion but relaxes, clutching onto the pillow and nodding.

“Please, please, please,” he repeats under his breath.

They don’t last much longer. Jimin comes first when his prostate is massaged, prodded at. He yelps, crying Jeongguk’s name as he comes all over the bedsheets. Jeongguk pulls out hastily, jerking himself off in time so he can come on top of his reddened ass.

Once they’ve both reached their climaxes, Jimin slumps into the bed. His shoulders visibly untense and he sighs.

“You good?” Jeongguk can’t help but ask, unable to diminish the nagging voice in his head that concerns with Jimin’s wellbeing. Especially since he’s acted unlike himself.

“Good,” Jimin whispers, barely audible. “Just… give me a minute?”

Jeongguk hums, granting his wish. “I’ll get you a glass of water.”

He pours himself and Jimin a glass of iced cold water, swirling the contents around before bringing it back to Jimin. The man has adjusted onto the bed, sitting upright and leaning against the headboard. He narrows his eyes at the glass of water but accepts it without a word, nonetheless, taking a long gulp.

“You always fuck me so good,” Jimin mumbles after a minute, his voice awed. “Even when you’re concerned.”

“Concerned?” Jeongguk repeats, laughing. “Please, I was not concerned.”

It’s a weak fib. Jeongguk had been out of his comfort zone, out of his depths. He knows how to deal with a confident, arrogant and sensual jimin who knows what he wants and demands to get it. He knows how to deal with a Jimin who’s a brat, who teases incessantly, and only stops when he’s satisfied.

But this Jimin is different. Jimin who’s subdued, who doesn’t make remarks and takes what he gets is out of the ordinary. He doesn’t know how to act around this Jimin and it’s unnerving for him, who usually excels at any given situation. He falters beneath Jimin.

Jimin rolls his eyes. “Yeah, right.”

They fall into silence. Jeongguk doesn’t know how to fill in the gaps of their conversation, how to banter back and forth with the other man. He sighs at his own incapability, draining the water from his glass and grabbing his boxers off the floor.

As he pulls the boxers back on, he hears Jimin’s stomach rumbling again.

“Are you still hungry?”

There’s a pause before Jimin laughs. “I haven’t ate since I told you I’m hungry so, yes. I’m still hungry, you fucking idiot.”

The bite in Jimin’s tone returns, bordening onto mocking. This is the Jimin he knows. Relief floods into Jeongguk’s system and he turns back around to face Jimin, raising a brow cockily at him.

“Jesus. Sorry, then.”

Jimin quirks a smile. “Can I eat something?”

His voice is delicate, like he’s afraid of asking despite the simple request. It digs deeper into Jeongguk than it should, dwelling on the tone of his voice.

“You really wanna eat from here?” Jeongguk can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of him. “I can’t cook, for one, and how are you sure I won’t just poison you and steal your business idea for myself?”

Jimin shrugs, humming noncommittally. He crawls of bed, purposely aching his back whilst doing so, and grabbing his own boxers off the floor.

“I’m so hungry that I’d even eat poison food, at this rate,” he admits.

“Fair enough. I have some leftovers from when the maid cooked.” Jeongguk yawns behind his hand, leaving Jimin in the bedroom and he wanders to the kitchen. He rummages through his fridge, pulling out the container of stored japchae. “This okay?”

Jimin’s following after him, nodding. “You sure it’s not poisoned?” He teases.

“Shut up. My maid fucking loves me.”

“I’m sure she does.”

Jeongguk pulls out two plates, serving both of them with the glass noodles. Jimin busies himself with selecting tropical juice from the fridge, pouring himself the drink into wine glasses and sipping on it.

“Brat,” Jeongguk mumbles, following Jimin into the living room. “Am I your fucking maid? Take your own damn plate.”

“Shut up, asshole,” Jimin hisses in return, taking the plate off him. He starts to eat without hesitation, chewing deliberately as if he’s trying to savour the taste. “Shit. Where can I hire your maid?”

“Don’t you dare take her away from me. I love her.”

“You? Loving people, caring for others? What a surprise.”

Jeongguk raises a brow at the unexpected bitter words, analysing Jimin’s expression carefully. It’s not any different from their usual back-and-forth, teasing each other to get on their nerves but for some reason, it makes his stomach clench with unwarranted anguish.

“Fuck you.”

He attempts to keep his expression steadfast, unshifting but the hitch in his voice must be noticeable to anyone. Jimin looks over to him, softening before he speaks.

“I was joking,” Jimin mutters, rolling his eyes. “Don’t get soft on me now.”

“Not soft!” He retorts, shoving Jimin’s shoulder. “Just stop talking and eat.”

Jimin happily follows the orders, looking away and focusing on his japchae. They don’t talk any longer. This is the first time they’re spending time with each other, besides from sex and work, and it’s bizarre and foreign to adapt to. Jeongguk doesn’t find himself despising it as much as he imagined, considering they’re not conversing with each other and rather, silently eating.

A moment passes and Jeongguk asks a question he probably shouldn’t, prying deeper than he has to. He remembers what Jimin had said during sex.

“Why are you stressed, then?”

“Oh.” Jimin freezes, pausing where he’s about to eat another mouthful of japchae. He looks over to Jeongguk quizzingly. “Oh. Um, just…” He shrugs helplessly. “I have to build upon my business plan, you know? Form another one, too, upon my father’s requests.”

“Build upon it? You’ve done enough.”

“Yeah, apparently not.” Jimin scoffs, the hints of stress shining through his tone. “I have to complete my father’s plan, too.”

“You’re struggling?”

“Yeah…” Jimin’s voice trails off. “It’s fine.”

He waits a beat, asking before he can regret it. “Do you need help?”

Jimin seems taken aback from the proposal, slowly looking up so their eyes can meet. His orbs deluge with skepticism, uncertainty as he fiddles with the chopsticks he’s holding.

“Help?”

“Yeah. I can help. I have a few finished plans that I never used.” He attempts to sound nonchalant, offering a shrug. “We can build upon them, add Kia’s trademark to them. You can present them.”

Jimin looks torn, expression half amused and half mystified. His lips twitch in confusion, choosing to put the plate of food down altogether.

“Why are you offering me help?”

Jeongguk shrugs. “My plans are golden. They deserve to be used, even if they’re not by me.”

Jimin raises a brow, erupting into laughter as he glances away. His eyes crinkles, head thrown back, hair falling in front of his face. He’s the epitome of beauty.

“Shut up!” He groans. When he looks back, his eyes are unreadable. “Fine.”

“Fine?”

“Fine. You can help but only because I’m helpless right now. I have no other choice.”

“Excellent.”

Jeongguk stands up, brushing off the crumbs off his skin. Jimin continues to watching him, his pupils glistening. He looks sheepish, like he doesn’t understand why he’s agreed. Jeongguk can relate, he doesn’t quite understand why he’s offered himself and he knows it’s not because he wants to have another upper hand over Jimin.

“How’s this going to work then?” Jimin asks curiously.

“We can meet at my office. We’ll go through the plans together and work upon them.”

“We’re really partners then, huh?”

Jeongguk laughs. “Officially, yes. So, I should help when you need it.”

This time when Jimin leaves the penthouse for the Uber waiting downstairs, there’s a sincere smile fixed over his lips. He looks grateful and instead of leaving with a sarcastic comment, with assertive remarks - he only nods.

Jeongguk watches him leave. Once he’s alone, he can’t help but feel the absence of Jimin’s presence in the penthouse.

When Jimin arrives home to the safety of his own apartment, he’s greeted by Taehyung who’s holding up the enthusiastic Miso. The dog reaches out for Jimin’s face, yipping and licking across his face.

“Hey, gorgeous girl,” Jimin coos, his ‘baby’ voice coming out as he reaches out to take Miso into his own arms.

Jimin walks further into the apartment, into the living room where Hoseok’s laid out across the couch. He’s wearing a cozy attire, snuggled under a throw and a pillow under his cheeks. He looks up, blinking lethargically at Jimin with a small smile, looking minutes away from drifting off to sleep.

“Good evening, Minnie.”

Jimin’s chest swells. He’s holding Miso tightly to his chest, he has his two best friends lounging in his apartment like they own the place and he’d never have it any other way. He has a family to come home to everyday, even if his blood family have disappointed him repeatedly throughout his life.

“I’m gonna take both of your keys off you,” Jimin warns, though there’s no real threat in his voice. “You always come in here uninvited.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes, only scooting up on the couch and extending out his arm. Jimin falls into the couch, letting Miso settle between them as he nuzzles into the older man. Hoseok smells of his usual cologne - the comforting musky scent, instantly enveloping Jimin and allowing him to relax.

“You’d never. You love us.”

“That’s debatable.”

“Nope. You love us!” Taehyung interrupts, following into the living room. He’s holding a bowl of cereal, a grin plastered over his face as he sits down on the floor and crosses his legs.

Jimin grunts, pretending it’s a lie and doesn’t humour them with a reply. The truth is, he can’t imagine coming home to anyone else. He’s grateful for his two best friends who’ve stuck with him since boarding school, forming an unbreakable bond that he’s sure will survive through even the hardest tribulations.

“What are you guys doing?” Jimin questions as he absentmindedly pets Miso, yawning into Hoseok’s neck.

“Just watching a movie.”

Most of the evening follows out in the same manner. They all remain within close proximity, sharing jokes every so often but keeping most of their attention directed towards the movie. Miso demands time from all of them, jumping between the three of them before she tires herself out. She curls up into a ball on the adjacent couch, attempting to sleep. Jimin captures a few pictures of the moment, his heart expanding in size at the sight of the dog.

“Where were you tonight?” Taehyung asks after a few minutes of silence, rolling his head upwards so their eyes can meet.

“Nowhere. Jeongguk’s.”

“Oh.” He pauses. “Fucking around?”

“What else can we do?”

Taehyung hums thoughtfully, his features puzzled with predicament. He’s never vocally expressed his concern with the situation that Jimin and Jeongguk have found themselves in but the disapproval has been evident throughout the years.

“Right.”

“What’s wrong?” Jimin sighs, looking down at his best friend.

“No, no.” Taehyung shakes his head. “It’s nothing.”

“Oh, c’mon. Talk to me.”

The room resumes into quietness, disturbance travelling between the three of them. There’s something both of them are thinking, feeling but not speaking about and it unnerves Jimin. He values what his two friends think, wants to cater to their opinions as well. They’ve always been respectful, never crossing any boundaries they shouldn’t but Jimin’s intrigued.

Hoseok leans in a little, muttering the next words into Jimin’s skin as if he’s trying to soften the blow.

“We’re just worried about you and Jeongguk.”

Jimin frowns as he processes the words, glancing over to the man with furrowed brows.

“Why?”

Hoseok waits before he speaks. “Because well. It’s a little scary, you know? In boarding school, it’s all fun and games but now, we’re in reality and it’s not that easy. You’re getting closer to Jeongguk, business wise, and more eyes are focused on you.”

The older man trails off, unable to articulate his words correctly and offering a helpless shrug. He looks genuinely torn now, concern painting in his wide, doey eyes and he turns to Taehyung for support.

Taehyung takes over, reaching out to hold for Jimin’s hand. He laces their fingers together, squeezing down lightly.

“We just think Jeongguk’s no good for you.”

“No good for me?” Jimin repeats. “What do you mean?”

“It’s a dead end. It’s useless. There’s nothing to the relationship except sex and yet, it’s going to ruin things for you.”

“Nothing’s gonna get ruined!” He insists, pulling his hand away. He feels a little attacked, the sudden words coming out of nowhere as he curls into himself a little. Jimin hates being scrutinised for his affiliation with Jeongguk, maybe because he knows whatever the other person says is mostly true.

“Just be careful, Jimin,” Taehyung continues, words softer this time. “We’re just worried for you.”

“How long have you felt this way?”

“Hoseok hyung and I felt this way since the beginning,” he frowns as he says so, shaking his head slowly. “Boarding school, like hyung said, is a different story because well… it’s school. Discovering sexuality. But school finished and you didn’t stop.”

“Then why are you saying it now?”

“Because there’s more attention on you, isn’t there?” Taehyung shuffles forward but this time, he doesn’t initiate any physical contact. “The newly established business partnership is the talk of the city, on everyone’s radar and there’s likely to be controversy. You need to be careful and you’re not doing that.”

“There doesn’t have to be any controversy.”

“Of course not. But there likely will be - mostly like scandals, false ones - but it’ll be there. You can’t ignite the fire.”

Jimin falters at the words, reality of the situation sinking into him. The longer he sees Jeongguk, the more likely he’s a liability. He’s vulnerable under the public eye, subject to criticism and people dissecting him apart.

Hoseok notices the turbulence washing through Jimin’s face, frowning as he reaches out to lightly touch his shoulder.

“We’re not telling you to end things with him, that’s between you and him. All we’re asking you is for you to be careful, to look over your shoulder twice, to be mindful who you associate with in the next few months as this business plan begins to fold out.”

Jimin supposes, at the very least, they’re talking sense and trying to look out for Jimin all at the same time. They only care for him and want the best for him, not wanting to see Jimin spiral into a dangerous cycle through the media. He’s never been targeted before and he doesn’t want to be the victim anytime soon.

“Okay,” Jimin whispers. “I’ll be careful.”

Being careful is a better option right now than ending things with Jeongguk.

As much as he despises Jeongguk, finds the man arrogant and selfish, thinks he’s only interested in money and sex - he’s become attached. There’s a sense of serenity that arises only from Jeongguk, the satisfaction the man can deliver and the soreness he can make Jimin feel all over. Jimin may find out a new fuck partner, may even succeed in doing so, but they’ll never match up to Jeongguk.

It’s unconventional, perhaps even detrimental but Jimin wants to keep it. He wants to keep his dynamic for Jeongguk for the time being.

“I know you will,” Hoseok murmurs with a smile, brightening a little. “You already are careful but just… we needed to tell you what was bothering us.”

“Of course, I appreciate it.”

“If anything ever happens,” Taehyung cuts in, nodding. “You know you have us. We’ll never let you down, we promise.”

“I trust you,” Jimin promises in return.

Once they finish the conversation, they don’t touch upon the topic any longer. For the first hour, it’s a little awkward but they ease up. They change the movie to another sci-fi movie, Taehyung bringing popcorn over as they all squeeze onto one couch and cuddle each other close. Taehyung manages to fall asleep and before Hoseok can drift away, he encourages Jimin off the couch.

Jimin goes into his bedroom, Hoseok following in with him as they fall asleep onto one bed.

Jimin holds his breath as the car comes to a stop outside the familiar building of the Hyundai headquarters he’s becoming accustomed to. He sighs, pulling out his Gucci sunglasses and securing them over his face. The driver walks around, opening up the door for him with a slight bow.

“Thank you,” Jimin murmurs to him, climbing out.

As expected, Seokjin’s waiting for him by the entrance of the building. He’s holding a folder of paperwork, iPad in the other hand. The man is a workaholic, constantly devoted to his job and never allowing any interior feelings out.

“Good morning, Jimin.” Seokjin’s tone is gentle, eyes soft and open. They bow to each other as Jimin hums a greeting in return. “Jeongguk is expected you, correct?”

“Correct. We’re working together for business plans.”

“Of course. Come right through, Jimin.”

Seokjin leads the way, into the lavish building and making a beeline for the elevators. Jimin struts behind him, keeping his gaze diverted downwards so his hair falls over his forehead and obscures the view further. He doesn’t need any additional attention.

Out of all the associates and workers involved with Hyundai, Seokjin is the most valuable figure. The man, despite being thrusted into a life of corruption and corporate crimes, has remained loyal to himself. His personality has never once changed, remaining dedicated and as lovely as the first meeting. He’s unbiased and benevolent.

In many ways, Seokjin reminds him of Yoongi and Jimin’s sure the two men would get along merrily if they ever had the opportunity to meet.

Seokjin makes idle conversation with Jimin as he leads them up to Jeongguk’s floor, knocking on the door of his office.

Since the office consists of glass walls, Jimin can see right through. Jeongguk’s leaning against the window, glancing out across the city of Seoul. He seems a little lost in thought, toying with a stress ball in one hand and paperwork in the other. He doesn’t even seem to notice there’s two other people waiting to join them until Seokjin knocks again.

Jeongguk jolts at the sound, breaking out of his as he looks over the door.

Upon noticing Seokjin, his expression is broken and replaced with a small, growing smile. It’s obvious that Seokjin has an instant positive effect on the younger man, relying on Seokjin for mostly everything.

“Jimin’s here,” Seokjin, opening the door slightly.

Jeongguk nods. “Thank you, hyung.”

Seokjin widens the door for Jimin, allowing him through before he dismisses himself. Jimin steps into the room, closer to Jeongguk and waits for either of them to speak. It’s just the two of them in the room but it doesn’t feel like they’re alone, the transparent walls breaking any chance of having the illusion of privacy. Jimin shifts on his feet awkwardly, waiting.

“Well, you gonna invite me in or not?”

Jeongguk places the paperwork in his hand down on the table, looking amused as he glances up to Jimin.

“You’re already in.”

Jimin rolls his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

The younger man chuckles a little though it falls short, sighing. He runs a hand through his unkempt hair, pushing it off his face before he gestures to the seat opposite his desk.

“Sit.”

It’s a little strange for them to be immersed into a situation, alone together, that doesn’t directly involve sex. Any business affairs they’ve discussed has always been in public, amongst other important people. Jimin’s not sure how he needs to act, whether he should be himself or put on a facade.

Regardless, Jimin composes himself.

He straightens out his blazer before walking towards the chair, sitting down. He glances around the spacious, grand office and he whistles under his breath at how impressed he is.

“Would you like coffee, tea? Anything?” Jeongguk offers as he also takes a seat.

“Playing hospitable, huh?”

Jeongguk scoffs. “Please. Father wouldn’t be too happy if I wasn’t polite to all my guests, especially our partners.”

“I think your father will be just fine, he isn’t too fond of me.”

He knows exactly how Mr. Jeon thinks of him, feels about him. It’s no secret when he’s blatant with his disgust, his wavering glances and his impatience. Jimin’s not sure what he’s done to deserve such treatment but perhaps, he doesn’t need to.

Jeongguk doesn’t argue the point. He clamps his mouth shut, looking sheepish before offering a shrug. He fixes through the papers on the desks, arranging them into neat, precise piles and looking anywhere but at Jimin. After a few minutes, he clears his throat and speaks.

“Father isn’t fond of anyone. Don’t take it personally.”

“Oh, trust me. I don’t give a shit.”

Jeongguk doesn’t look convinced, humming noncommittally. “Do you really not care?”

“Why would I? He doesn’t mean anything to me. I don’t owe him anything.”

The man debates this for a second before he laughs heartily, throwing his head back. “Fair enough.”

Jeongguk’s previous sour mood wipes away, replaced with apparent ease. He relaxes into his seat, smirking down at Jimin. It must’ve been stress, bombarded with paperwork and endless work that his father probably burdens him with. He had needed a distraction and that had been granted to him, in the form of Jimin.

“Well, shall we start work or not?” Jimin asks.

“Sure. This is the business plans.”

Jeongguk gestures to the papers in front of them, organised in piles. Jimin’s eyes widen as he looks through them, skeptical.

“Why the fuck do you have so many plans?”

“I come up with more than I can produce.”

“So, why are you giving them to me?” Jimin questions curiously.

As far as Jimin’s concerned, they’re supposed to be mortal enemies. They can’t stand to be around each other unless it directly involves sex or a dirty act, a business meeting they’re bound to attend with no other excuses plausible. Jeongguk offering his help is an act of goodness, coming directly from himself and no other obligation.

“They deserve to be used. I’m intelligent and come up with good business plans.”

Jimin scoffs, cockily quirking a brow at him as he leans back in his chair. He spreads his legs a little, resuming a position that indicates informality and trying to convey he’s not intimidated by Jeongguk.

“Share with me.”

Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate. He picks up the first pile, running through the logistics of the idea. The business plan is based around the engine of the car, kicking it up a notch and adding other features that’ll grant the smooth running of the car. Whilst it’s a good plan, it’s most probably already in notion or planning to be developed upon.

The second plan is just as genius, followed by the third, the fourth.

Jimin listens, refusing to admit that he’s mesmerised. Jeongguk’s a wise man, that much has been evident from the beginning, from the way he talks, the way he walks. He speaks from experience, from intelligence. Yet, watching the man present plans that he clearly has carefully thought out proves he’s every bit talented as he portrays himself to be.

Jimin’s, admittedly, guilty to admit that he’s always had a one-sided, one-dimensional view of the man sitting before him. It still stands for him, mostly. Jeongguk seems obsessed with money and fortune, accumulating wealth and prospering further in his chosen field. He’s content with his life of luxury, his penthouse proving to be one of the most expensive complexes in the city and his keening approval from his father.

He’s a sex vixen, indulging in sexual acts without a second thought and never allowing his name to be attached to anyone, anything for too long.

Yet, he seems to be the opposite of everything Jimin’s convinced himself to believe right now.

“Well?” Jeongguk stops once he’s presented all four plans, talking endlessly for almost the entire hour now. He takes a sip of his water, soothing his dry throat. “What business plan intrigues you the most?”

Jimin snaps out of his trance, stuttering over his words. “Oh. Uh.”

“Were you even listening?”

“I was!” He defends immediately, clicking his tongue. His eyes scan through the four piles, trying to pick the one that attracted his attention the most. “We’ll go for the third. Improving the interior of the car design is always a winner, attracts the customers as well.”

Jeongguk hums, looking relatively pleased with the verdict.

“Good choice.”

The man starts to sort through the papers once again until only the third pile remains on the table, between the two of them. Jimin eyes the precisely written information, the way Jeongguk’s looking at him before asking him the question again.

“Why aren’t you using these plans for yourself? Especially when you know how good they are?”

Jeongguk halts at the repeated question. This time, his guard seems to come up and his eyes harden, narrowing carefully.

“Why does that matter? I’m offering them to you, aren’t I?”

“These plans can change your life, your business so why aren’t you using them for yourself? Help Hyundai’s reputation?”

Jeongguk doesn’t reply straight away, allowing himself to ponder over the question. The tension grows thick in the room between them, wrapping between them uncomfortable. He shifts in his seat, looking a little out of his comfort zone as torment fills his pupils.

“Well. Just consider this some charity for you,” he replies, a hint of cheek lacing in his tone.

He’s teasing, no sign of seriousness imploring behind his voice. He’s also stalling, attempting to steer the conversation away from the topic at hand. Jimin realises this and he takes sign, not prodding where he’s not supposed to. It’s none of his business, after all, and he should just be grateful he’s able to take an idea.

“Fuck you. I don’t need your charity.”

“You sure you don’t?”

“Please. I don’t.”

“Funny,” Jeongguk muses. “That wasn’t what you said two years ago.”

Two years ago, implying when they had to approach the Jeon family and plead for their help all whilst announcing bankruptcy. The scandal had blown up. There had been controversy, newspaper outlets reporting on the disaster of Kia motors and the unlikeliness that they’ll be able to pick themselves back up. They had needed Mr. Jeon and his donations, him outright buying 20%.

It’s not a fond memory.

“Shut up.” Jimin’s voice slips to firmness, not allowing any room for arguments.

Jeongguk’s smart enough to acknowledge the voice, reading the atmosphere of the situation and not dwelling on the topic. Instead, he begins to pack his things.

“We’ll meet again and build upon the plan. We’ll meet again and again until it’s ready to be presented,” Jeongguk explains.

“Fine with me.”

Jimin knows he’s being dismissed now. He simply clears his throat, fixing out his necktie as he gets up from the seat. His limbs feel numb for being stagnant for so long, under Jeongguk’s unforgiving gaze as he stretches his arms out. Jeongguk also stands up, walking over to the office door and holding it open for him.

There’s a promise hanging between them, that they’ll meet together and they’ll expand upon their plans. Jeongguk’s offering, once again and selflessly, his help. Jimin wonders whether there’s strings attached to this, whether he’ll be paying back later.

“Tonight?” Jeongguk asks him just before Jimin leaves.

The words are full of desperation, a touch of eagerness shining through. When their eyes meet, Jeongguk’s pupils are wide and though he’s not openly pleading, it’s clear he wants to.

Jimin hesitates and he finds a smirk growing over his lips, reaching over to pat Jeongguk’s chest once.

“Tonight,” he confirms with a nod. “Who knows? I might even have a surprise for you, again.”

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(Mood: Justin Timberlake - Don’t Hold The Wall)

Surprise.

Surprise comes in the form of Jimin. He’s on all fours on the floor, adorned in lingerie. He’s wearing a light pink baby doll, completely sheer and see-through. The fabric is breezy, falling gracefully on his slim, beautiful body. Underneath the baby doll, he’s wearing a matching pair of lacy panties, his ass exposed in the minimal material. He looks breathtaking.

Jimin’s crawling towards Jeongguk with an arch in his back, intent sparkling in his eyes. He’s sensual and he knows how to work his body, purposely moving slowly.

Jeongguk’s on the couch but his heart is hammering against his chest, the blood rushing through his body, making him feel enlightened. His legs are parted, waiting for Jimin’s touch as he holds a glass of whiskey in one hand. As Jimin gets closer, the urge to reach out and run his fingers over the man gets louder. He resists, though, taking another sip of the alcohol to distract himself.

He’s never kissed Jimin before. But right now, he almost wants to.

Jimin’s lips are plump and pigmented, a rosy pink colour that looks obscene in contrast to the lingerie. They’re shiny with spit from how often Jimin’s licking over them. It’s like they’re begging to be touched, kissed, bitten and wrecked. Jeongguk’s hand twitches with the need, with the consuming lust that makes him feel hazy, but he clenches his fist to stop himself. Instead of following through, he busies himself with the whiskey and drains the last drop.

Jimin reaches him, rolling his head up with a small smirk. His hand settles on Jeongguk’s inner thighs, further parting his legs apart.

“Already hard for you,” Jimin whispers as his hand travels upwards, resting atop of Jeongguk’s crotch. “Got myself all prepared for you, Jeongguk. You gonna make this good for me?”

Jeongguk holds himself together, pushing away every impulse to grind himself down on the hand. Instead, he looks down at Jimin with a lazy smile.

“You gonna be good for me?”

Jimin looks up to Jeongguk with an unreadable expression, quirking a brow as his hand starts to work over the older man’s slack. The pleasure he receives is instant, shooting up through Jeongguk’s vein. He bites his lips to prevent a sound slipping out too early, not wanting to give Jimin the satisfaction.

“You know I will,” Jimin replies obediently.

“This is a nice surprise,” Jeongguk says, complimenting the lingerie for the first time. It must be obvious how much he appreciates it, unable to tear his gaze away for even a second. He wants to capture this moment, imprint it behind his eyelids and dedicate his memory towards it. Jimin’s too sexy to be real. “You always know how to please me, don’t you? Fucking beautiful in this.”

Jimin’s breathing hitches, lashes fluttering. “Please.”

For some reason, Jimin’s further into a submissive headspace than usual. Maybe, it’s the lingerie he’s wearing, or the anticipation and the sexual tension that’s been boiling over all day until this moment. Jeongguk’s not complaining either way, though. He’ll take what he can get.

Jeongguk reaches out to touch the baby doll, his fingers fiddling with the fabric. “I hope this wasn’t expensive because I’m gonna rip it off you, pretty boy.”

It feels expensive. The fabric isn’t filmy but rather, soft and delicate. Jeongguk knows the older man probably spent a lot of money on the attire but he can’t bring himself to regret what he’s going to do to the lingerie piece.

Jimin’s eyes flutter shut at the praise, his mouth hanging open.

“Don’t bore me, Jeongguk. Hurry up,” he demands.

“Don’t--” Jeongguk tugs on the lingerie roughly, eyes narrowing. “--tell me what to do.”

Jimin flashes a look to him. “If you don’t give me what I want, I’ll tell you exactly what to do.”

It seems that, despite the circumstance, Jimin still has his snide remarks and his sharp tongue. Not that Jeongguk expected any better. It makes the dynamic even better, giving Jeongguk the opportunity to push the tiny bit harder due to Jimin’s brattiness.

“Go get the lube,” Jeongguk murmurs a minute later, withdrawing his hand. “Coffee table. Crawl there.”

Jimin smirks and he’s about to obey before he settles back on his hunches, resolutely shaking his head.

“Why should I?”

“Do you want to get fucked raw?”

“I don’t need to. I’m stretched out already, used lube.”

Jeongguk’s eyes widen in bewilderment, not understanding what he means. “W-what?”

Jimin’s expression is painted with smugness, pride washing over his features. He waits a minute before he’s turning around, still on all fours, and pushes his ass back out in Jeongguk’s direction. His voice is shrill with delight, playful tone slipping through.

“Look at your second surprise.”

His eyes cast downwards to where there’s a plug pushed inside of Jimin, nestled in deep. The buttplug is glass, undoubtedly heavy and noticeable with every movement Jimin takes. Jeongguk’s throat feels dry, blinking lethargically as he observes the buttplug carefully.

“Already fucked yourself open?” He asks though he struggles to form the words.

Jimin hums, lowering his head down onto the carpet so his ass is higher in the air. He wiggles his hips, trying to keep the attention directed towards him at all times.

“Four fingers.”

“Don’t sound so proud,” he scoffs as he gulps, unzipping his slacks and pulling them down along with his boxers. Now that he’s fully naked, Jeongguk feels relieved. “Your fingers are short and stubby. Barely got you there.”

Jimin giggles prettily. “Fuck you.”

“I’ll fuck you, yes.”

Jimin remains in his position, unmoving and his body pulled taut together. He’s giving full reigns to Jeongguk, allowing him to decide what he wants to do, and where. They’ve managed to go through each room in this penthouse, fucked over every surface that Jeongguk’s running out of options.

The couch will have to do.

“Come up here,” Jeongguk decides, patting the space besides him. “Face down.”

Jimin is quiet for a minute before he obeys, lifting himself up off the floor and following the orders. He settles into the couch, arching his back once again to purposely tease as much as he can. He grabs a cushion, resting the side of his face on it as he pushes his ass back out again. The baby doll falls around his body, the slit in the back allowing his skin to be exposed and the panties on full display.

As beautiful as Jimin is, Jeongguk wants the material off him.

They’ll work towards it, though. Jeongguk wants to drag every minute out, make Jimin feel every second of the pleasure he’s about to give the other man. He’s programmed to satisfy Jimin as much as he does to Jeongguk.

“What were you thinking of?” Jeongguk’s hand runs down Jimin’s spine, stopping at his ass. “When you fucked yourself on your fingers?”

Jimin visibly shudders at the touch, falling more submissive.

“You.”

“What about me?”

“U-uh,” he struggles, unable to form the right words. To push him over the edge further, Jeongguk purposely prods the plug with his index finger. Jimin gasps and sinks his head into the cushion, mumbling incoherently. “How well you fuck me.”

“Better than anyone else?” He asks.

Jeongguk doesn’t know Jimin’s sex schedule, he doesn’t know who else the man sleeps with. It shouldn’t concern him. As long as he’s aware that he’s the only one who can make Jimin scream, come back for more and he’s only the only one that Jimin lets his guard down around - that’s all he needs.

Jimin’s smirk is evident when he speaks. “Debatable.”

Jeongguk pulls the plug out inch-by-inch, only to slam it right into him again. “Debatable, Jimin?”

The older man is rendered speechless from the sudden impact, his fingers scrambling to find some purchase.

“Yes,” Jimin hisses after a moment, stubborn and persistent. “I said debatable.”

Jeongguk knows that Jimin is only trying to get under his skin, deliberately exasperate him so the sex can be rougher. Jeongguk’s ready to deliver. He starts to fuck Jimin leisurely with the plug, paying no mind to Jimin’s soft moans, pressing it right against his prostate. With his spare hand, he spanks Jimin a few times harshly.

“Say that once more and I’ll leave you here, won’t let you come.”

Jimin seems to be in a daring mood because his own hand slips down, between his panties as he grasps his own cock.

“Try it.”

Jeongguk swats his hand away. “Don’t make me cuff you.”

There’s no intent behind his words, not actually wishing to follow through with the command. He relishes in the sight of Jimin writhing on any surface he’s bent over. But the way Jimin goes still, a little sound of surprise leaving his lips - it’s clear that he wants it.

“Please,” is all he manages to whisper, barely audible.

Jeongguk’s lower stomach clenches, arousal pinging through him. His cock twitches with interest. His head feels heavy with just the mere image of Jimin cuffed, powerless and it does wonders for him. He starts to fuck Jimin harder with the plug, pushed on by Jimin’s sounds.

“You want that? Want to be helpless for me, Jimin?”

“Fuck, please.”

Jimin begs so politely, the words muffled but still loud enough to be heard. He pushes his ass back up, devotedly keeping his hands at the side of his head instead of misbehaving and touching again.

Jeongguk almost doesn’t want to leave. The view before him is glorious, he doesn’t want to spend another second away from Jimin, doesn’t want to waste a single minute where he’s not touching over Jimin. But the older man clearly has a request, one that he’s practically pleading for, and who’s Jeongguk to deny?

He walks to his bedroom, searching through his cupboard until he finds the heavy duty handcuffs. There’s no doubt that it’s properly uncomfortable, maybe even borderline painful, with no fur or plush lining but he has a feeling Jimin probably likes that.

Once he returns, he’s met with Jimin already prepared.

His hands are folded behind his back, resting on the small of his backs. He’s breathing more heavily now, his chest rising and falling steadily as he waits patiently.

“Good boy,” Jeongguk coos as he climbs onto the couch behind him, roughly grabbing Jimin’s hands. He works the handcuffs with some difficulty but manages to snap them around his wrist, making sure they’re not too tight.

(Mood: Justin Timberlake - Murder)

Jimin’s immediately trying to test out the restraints, tugging on the chains but he’s successfully mobilised. It seems to thrill him further, though, because he moans softly and dribbles precome over the couch.

They’ve been working up to this moment and Jeongguk’s beginning to feel desperate. He doesn’t want to waste anymore time. It’s a relief that Jimin’s already prepared, stretched open because he can’t last another minute. Instead of teasing Jimin any longer with the plug, he pulls it out of him hastily.

“Such a slut, Jimin,” he mumbles as he angles his cock into his hole, thrusting into him. He’s still met with a little resistance, slowing down to push through the first wall of muscle as he groans. “A pretty slut.”

Jimin’s still trying to free his hands, moving them against the restraints but he’s defenceless. He can’t reach down to touch himself, can’t reach out to touch Jeongguk. He can only stay in his position and take what he’s given. It spurs Jeongguk on further, closing his eyes as he gets lost in the frenzy.

He fucks Jimin with intent, thrusting into him with no mercy. He angles his cock upwards, brushing against his prostate continually and doesn’t stop. Jimin’s positively losing his mind, it seems, as his body moves forward with the force of the thrusts. He slumps into the couch, unable to hold his body up as he sobs into the couch.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, his voice raw as he cries. “Jeongguk, yes. Yes, like that. Fuck.”

Jeongguk licks his lips and continues to chase his own orgasm, not concerning himself with Jimin right this minute. When he comes closer to his climax, he chokes out a warning before bottoming out and coming deep in Jimin.

When he opens his eyes again, Jimin’s looking over his shoulder in his direction. His eyes are watery, tear trails evident down his cheeks as he whispers.

“Wanna come.”

Oh. Right.

Jeongguk smirks as he reaches down to touch Jimin’s cock, instantly twitching under his hand. He doesn’t give Jimin anything solid to get off on, though, just lightly touch him and thumbing over his slit.

“I don’t think so, not yet.”

More tears slip down Jimin’s face at the words, groaning. “Why? I’ve been good.”

“I haven’t even ripped this baby doll off you yet, Jimin. You think we’re done yet?”

Jimin’s body shivers at the words. As close as he is, he stills and he takes what he’s given. Once Jeongguk’s recovered, he starts to fuck into Jimin again. It’s a little painful, still reeling from his first climax, but he keeps going until it surpases and he starts to harden inside of Jimin again.

The overstimulation is overwhelming. Jimin’s still tight as a vice around him, clenching down and making it borderline unbearable. Jeongguk breathes through as he fucks him shallowly, reaching out to fist Jimin’s hair and tugging his hair back.

“I’m gonna fuck your come back into you and come again, before you can.”

Jimin breaks into another sob once he realises how long he has to wait, hiding his face away into the pillow. Jimin’s never cried before. There’s been previous times that Jeongguk’s fucked him hard enough that he tears up but he’s always furiously wiped away the moisture before it can slip. He has always refused Jeongguk the privilege to see him in his raw, broken down form.

But this time, Jimin can’t do that with his hands bound behind him. He can only take.

Jeongguk reaches out to touch the baby doll, appreciating the pink lingerie on Jimin’s body one last time before he decides it’s enough. He holds onto the material, groaning as he rips the material and it falls off his body.

Once he’s ready, he starts to fuck Jimin again.

His second orgasm doesn’t take too long, quicker than his first, and more staggering than the first. The force of his peak overcomes him, making him see stars in his vision for a second as everything quietens and he comes inside of Jimin with a cry of the older man’s name. He pulls out this time, watching the come ooze out of Jimin.

“Fuck,” Jeongguk whispers, blinking in astonishment.

“Please, please, please,” Jimin’s begging and stumbling over his words when Jeongguk’s done. He raises his hips, struggling with his hands as he tries to reach out for him. “I need to come, I can’t, please--”

“What a mess,” he coos.

Jeongguk gives in, though. He takes mercy on Jimin and his plight, feeling pride swelling in his chest. This time when he touches Jimin’s cock, he doesn’t stop. He grasps his firmly, stroking him quick and roughly, giving him attention all over. It doesn’t take Jimin more than a minute before he’s choking on his cries, coming hard all over his hands.

They both lapse into silence once Jimin’s done, quietly crying into the cushion but sounding more appeased now than ever.

Regardless, newfound concern takes over Jeongguk. He uncuffs his hands, placing it down on the table before gently turning Jimin over. His cheeks are flushed pink, his lashes matted together with the moisture and his lips bitten raw. He still looks up to Jeongguk with a dazed expression, though, content written over his face.

“You okay?” Jeongguk asks, reaching out to brush Jimin’s hair off his forehead as he furrows his brows. It’s unnerving to see Jimin cry this much and he wonders if he’s pushed a limit, gone too far.

Jimin, however, only smiles tiredly. “So good. I’m okay.”

“You sure?”

“Really good.”

Jeongguk doesn’t have the heart to throw him out now, doesn’t want to edge for his phone and call for an Uber. The intensity of the scene they’ve just played out is replaying through his head, the lewd sounds of Jimin’s moans stuck on a loop. It feels unjust if he banishes Jimin now.

“Just sleep on the couch,” he offers before he can change his mind, withdrawing his hand and standing up and off, away from Jimin. “You seem too fucked out to go anyway.”

Jimin rolls his eyes. “I’m fine.”

“You’re two seconds away from falling asleep, fool.”

“The couch isn’t comfortable. I’d rather die than sleep here,” he declares dramatically, rolling off the couch so he falls to the floor with a slight thud. The impact makes him wince, reaching down to rub his reddened, used ass. “Fuck. I’m sore.”

“Listen,” Jeongguk sighs. “You want a fucking Uber or not?”

“I demand the bedroom or I’m going home.”

“I don’t give a shit, Jimin,” he says, exasperated. “Take the couch or go home.”

“Bed.”

Jeongguk supposes it wouldn’t hurt to let Jimin take one of the spare bedrooms, considering it’s empty and unused for the most part. He groans as he runs a hand through his hand, pulling at the mangled roots.

“Fine!” He’s frustrated at letting Jimin get his way, grabbing his boxers off the floor and walking into his own bedroom. “Be gone in the morning.”

The next morning, Jeongguk comes around to his bedroom door being knocked on.

“What?” He groans, sleepily assuming it’s Jimin who’s bothering him early in the morning. He hates being disturbed from his slumber, likes getting his full hours of sleep. “Go away, I told you to be gone--”

“Sir.”

The voice, a woman’s voice, clears her throat as she tentatively rattles on the door again. Jeongguk, even with his eyes closed and still stirring, recognises her immediately as his maid as his insides freeze for a minute. He goes frigid, the blood in his veins growing cold as dread starts filtering into him.

“Sejun!” He shoots up on his bed, eyes wide open. “What’re you doing here?”

The maid looks at him uncertain, narrowing her eyes. “I clean here every Tuesday morning, remember?”

Right. Of course. Jeongguk’s aware of that because he had set the schedule himself, given the key to Sejun so she can let herself in whenever she arrived instead of loitering around in the lobby downstairs. Sejun is a trusted member of the family, valued even though her status is inferior compared to Jeongguk’s and his father. He treats Sejun like his own mother.

“Yes, of course!” He tries to sound chirpy, maintaining a steady voice.

“Are you still asleep, Jeongguk sir?” She hums as she starts to leave the room. “I’ll clean the guest room first, then.”

Guest room. Spare bedroom. Jimin.

“No!” He immediately shouts, scrambling to get out of bed as he throws the covers off himself. He exposes his mostly naked body, clad in boxers. The cold wind gushes over him, making him shiver as he grabs his dressing gown. “Sejun, no, no. You can start here.”

Sejun looks confused. “You’re still asleep. It’s okay.”

“I insist.” Jeongguk leaves no room for arguments. “Please.”

Jeongguk knows he’s portraying himself as suspicious, probably causing red flags to cross through Sejun but he can’t afford to answer any possible questions she has. This is why he always makes sure that Jimin gets home after spending the evening here, unable to pay the price if they’re caught. As much as he wants to trust Sejun, she’s directly hired under Mr. Jeon and her loyalties clearly concern with the main man.

Sejun hesitates for a minute before she shrugs, following the orders she’s provided with. She starts to extract her equipment, using the duster first.

Jeongguk makes sure she’s engrossed in her task before he excuses himself, shutting the bedroom door behind him. He mentally curses himself, beating himself up for being careless enough to forget the fact that Sejun’s supposed to visit. He had been too weak, given into Jimin’s fatigued state.

He allows himself into the spare bedroom, finding Jimin still fast asleep under the covers. Jimin looks peaceful, his mouth hanging open as he breathes out regularly. His hair falls over his eyes, fanning across his forehead and making him look like an angel. Jeongguk almost doesn’t want to disturb him but he composes himself, edging forward to shake Jimin by the shoulder.

“Wake up, you imbecile!”

Jimin groans when he’s disrupted, shaking his head subconsciously in his sleep before burying himself deeper into the pillow. He hasn’t even put an alarm on, hasn’t thought ahead of how he’s going to escape in the morning.

“Jimin!” Jeongguk hisses, tugging on his hair roughly. “Wake the fuck up.”

Finally, Jimin opens one eye and smacks his lips sleepily. “W-what do you want?” He asks, his voice ruffled with stupor. Jeongguk realises, with a start, he’s never seen Jimin in the mornings when he’s unkempt and his voice is deep, husky. It’s a sight to remember. “Leave me the fuck alone, Jeongguk.”

“You’re in my penthouse. Get out.”

“I’m sleeping.”

“My maid is here! Get out before she sees you!”

That seems to register into Jimin before his eyes open, fear filling into his orbs. The sleepiness fades away within minutes as he’s climbing out of bed, taking heed to Jeongguk’s words and reaching for his clothes. He cringes when he looks at his clothes from last night, his nose wrinkling.

“Can I borrow some clothes?” He requests patiently.

“You’re a nuisance,” Jeongguk mumbles. He walks to the wardrobe, picking out the first items of clothing he can grab that matches. “Wear this and get out.”

Jimin’s mute as he pulls the new clothes on, grumbling under his breath. He walks over to the dresser, running his fingers through his tangled, messy black hair. He looks displeased with his appearance, tugging on the Armani shirt with apparent disapproval displaying on his face.

“Why the fuck would you let me stay if you knew your maid was coming, huh?” Jimin spits at him, ferocity shining in his features.

Jeongguk doesn’t bother with a response. He’s fairly responsible and keeps in check with his schedule, never misses a single meeting or appearance, he’s never late either. He’s slipping and it’s because of Jimin.

“Just shut up,” he practically begs. “And leave before we get caught.”

At his question going unanswered, Jimin’s expression turns sour. He looks enraged, dismay filling into his features. He grabs his shoes off the floor, shuffling into them with a certain air of passive aggressiveness. He shoves Jeongguk out of his way, making his way towards the door but Jeongguk beats him to it.

“Wait,” he whispers, pushing Jimin back and behind his body. “I need to check if she’s out in the hallway.”

Jimin takes a step back without a word, casting his gaze downwards. He takes the hint, though, and remains behind Jeongguk’s body, using him as a shelter to conceal himself successfully. Jeongguk opens the door a crack, finding the coast clear with his own bedroom door still shut.

“Safe?” Jimin asks, voice muted and unlike himself.

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

Jeongguk grabs ahold of Jimin’s arm, steering him out of the room and carefully guiding him to the front door. The whole time, he hides Jimin’s body with his own. Sejun remains serenely unaware, still working in Jeongguk’s bedroom without a single idea of what’s going on. The possibility of her catching Jimin here, however, is too real to contemplate right now and the mere thought makes Jeongguk’s stomach churn.

His life is over if anyone catches Jimin. Mr. Jeon will quite literally, without a doubt and remorse, kill him.

Without another word, he pushes Jimin out of his penthouse and slams the door on his way.

There’s no more conversation needed to be exchanged, still skirting on the edge of predicament with Sejun barely metres away from them. He hears Jimin sigh out loud from the other side and footsteps retreating away.

Jeongguk finally breathes.

Another mind-numbing, dreary meeting.

Jimin sits besides his father, distracting himself with sipping on his coffee rather than focusing on Mr. Jeon’s voice droning on. The meeting had been called unnecessarily, discussing elements of their business plan that doesn’t need ironing over. But Mr. Jeon is a man of many talents, including being uselessly extra for no reason.

He doesn’t spare Jeongguk a glance during the whole two hours they remain seated around the table. For some reason, he’s still annoyed at the other man. He understands Jeongguk’s reasoning behind kicking him out, whether Sejun was there or not. But it’s still bothering him.

Jimin’s more than a sex toy. He’s more than someone who’s used then thrown away, quite literally, with the way the door had been slammed on his face.

Perhaps, he’s overthinking. Maybe, it’s not that deep. Maybe, he’s just mourning the loss of his expensive baby doll. What else could he expect from Jeongguk? Would he have done the same? What are these feelings?

Instead of entertaining the tormenting thoughts that spin in his mind, not allowing any questions of real relevance reside there, he distracts himself with another swallow of his coffee.

Once the meeting is finished and the men are shaking hands across the table, dismissing themselves one-by-one, Jeongguk calls for Jimin.

He walks by Jeongguk’s side until they reach a deserted side of the building, near the fire exist. The area is dark, allowing Jeongguk’s face to remain obscured. Jimin sighs as he leans against the wall, running a hand through his hair.

“What do you want?” Jimin demands to know, trying to keep his eyes fixed on the door behind Jeongguk rather than the man himself.

Jeongguk exhales sharply. He looks unsure what to do with himself, his expression perplexed and his eyes narrowed. He licks his lips, contemplating. He lifts his hand, seemingly seconds away from reaching out for Jimin, before dropping his hand. Jimin finally turns to look him in the eye, cocking a brow and waiting.

“Are you mad at me, or something?” He finally asks.

Jimin can’t help the short laugh that falls out of him. “Mad at you? For what?”

“For… yesterday.”

“Why’d I be mad? I don’t care.”

They resume into silence. Jeongguk doesn’t offer any other words, doesn’t even bother with an apology. Is there a need for apologising right now? Jimin doesn’t know and he wants to stop thinking altogether, wants to stop concerning himself with the entire situation. It’s beginning to irk him, crawl under his nerves and make him overthink.

“Right.”

Jimin clears his throat. “We should try to avoid from that happening again, though. I can’t be running out of your penthouse in the next morning like that.”

“You’re right.”

He mentally scans through the different options they have. Jeongguk can, for one, start to plan their sessions more thoughtfully so Sejun won’t run into them. They might have been saved this time but they may not be so lucky next time.

“Why don’t we start fucking at my apartment sometimes?” Jimin offers, shrugging nonchalantly. For some reason, they’ve never breached his own place. Every time they’ve seen each other, it’s been at Jeongguk’s. Whether that was his dorm room in boarding school or his penthouse in reality. “I have a maid but she only comes in the afternoons when no one’s around, does her job and leaves. It’ll be convenient.”

Jeongguk meets his eyes with a befuddled look. “Who said we’re sleeping at each other’s ever again?”

“No one is. But just in case. We didn’t plan that night but I ended up staying, didn’t I?”

“Yeah and it’s never fucking happening again.”

Jeongguk’s voice is firm, a hint of sterness falling through like he’s trying to display resilience and his superior status. It rubs Jimin in the wrong way. He holds back the pained groan threatening to slip through his lips, looking down at the man as unimpressed as possible.

“What the fuck is the harm with coming to mine, instead?”

“Why shall I come to yours?” Jeongguk retorts.

“Why not?” Jimin barely misses a beat, stepping forward so the proximity between them causes his heart to warm.

He clicks his tongue. “I’m not travelling for sex. I’m not that desperate.”

Jimin lets the words settle into him, processing them one-by-one. They sting. They hurt more than anything’s Jeongguk has ever said to him. He’s given up his own time over and over, for two whole years, and beyond that for Jeongguk. He has taken endless Uber’s back and forth from his place to Jeongguk’s for their so called ‘sex’.

He stares up to Jeongguk in disbelief, shaking his head.

“I knew you’re an asshole but not this much.”

Jeongguk seems offended by those words, taking a step back. “What does that mean?”

“You’re not that desperate so, what are you trying to say? That I am that desperate, that I’ll travel for sex, for you?” He doesn’t allow Jeongguk to escape, not giving him that satisfaction. He cuts the distance between them, roughly shoving Jeongguk’s chest. “I’m not a fucking sex toy, Jeongguk. You can’t just command me to come, command me to leave.”

“You come by yourself. I’ve never forced you, Jimin.”

Jimin finds a humourless leaving his lips, even sounding raw and empty to his own ears. His blood is boiling. The situation is rendering him more riled up than he would have imagined, never thought he’d concern himself with what Jeongguk thinks or doesn’t think.

“Yeah?” Jimin snorts, shoving his chest one more time before withdrawing himself completely. “If you want sex this time, Jeongguk, you can find your way to my fucking apartment.”

“Oh c’mon, don’t be a fucking child, Jimin!”

Jimin doesn’t bother responding to him, deciding in the moment that he’s not worth the time. He turns on his heels, retreating through the fire exit to make his quick escape. He hears Jeongguk calling out his name but he doesn’t turn back to look at him, taking two steps at a time and flying down the stairs.

His father is waiting outside the building for him, lips curled downwards. The sight of his father only further aggravates him, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as he swallows down the taste of the bitterness.

“Where were you, son?” Mr. Park demands to know, holding Jimin’s forearm and guiding him to the car.

Jimin barely mumbles out a reply, shutting his eyes as soon as he sits in the car. He rests his head against the window, focusing on breathing evenly rather than getting worked over Jeongguk’s words. He’s never felt so disrespected. He’s never going back to Jeongguk’s penthouse until there’s a sincere apology.

Jimin’s agitated at Jeongguk. That much is clear.

They’re sitting in another business meeting. It’s been nearly a week since the last time they had talked, had their dispute in the Hyundai headquarters before Jimin had stormed out of the building. Jeongguk had almost felt compelled to go after him, to stop him and apologise but he realised he didn’t have the sufficient words. He didn’t want to put his foot in his mouth all over again.

He thought, eventually, Jimin will just forget about it.

Jimin will reach out to him soon enough and ask if he can come over. They’ll step over the obstacle like it never happened, resume to their sex and their wild nights together.

But Jimin hasn’t done so. Jeongguk shouldn’t have expected any better. Jimin is a wildfire, he’s unrelenting in what he believes in and he never settles for second best. Jimin is a gorgeous man, has a personality of a diamond, and he wouldn’t - for a minute - struggle to find someone better.

There’s no surprise he hasn’t reached out to Jeongguk.

As they sit in the meeting, Jimin does anything but give Jeongguk any attention. He doesn’t look his way, refuses to make any comment relating to Jeongguk’s business plans. He keeps a clear distance and when he presents his own ideas, he only talks over the stereo idea and forgets to mention their discussed newly formed plan. That shouldn’t be a surprise, either.

It’s been six days, nearly a whole week and Jeongguk’s starting to miss Jimin.

It’s a pathetic feeling, dwelling deep in Jeongguk. It’s a sensation he can’t describe. When he wanders through his apartment, he wonders how much better it’d feel, how less empty it’d feel, if Jimin was there. He misses how Jimin feels, how tight he is and the sounds he makes when he’s getting fucked.

He misses Jimin.

It’s a startling realisation, making his eyes widen as he sits around the business table. He realises, he’s fucked up. He needs to make amends.

But before he can, Jimin’s already dismissing himself once the meeting is over. Jeongguk watches him leave, his eyes never drifting away from the other man who walks devotedly next to his father. He watches and then tears his gaze away when Mr. Jeon looks at him suspiciously, busying himself with the paperwork before him.

Jeongguk needs to make amends.

It takes Jeongguk another three agonising days before he finally picks up the phone, biting the bullet and calling Jimin.

He holds his breath as he does, leaning his head against his wall in his penthouse and staring out across the view. The sun is setting and slowly, it’s becoming another wasted day with silence that stretches on between him and Jimin. The same silence he can’t seem to manage, can’t seem to stomach.

With each passing day, all Jeongguk can ponder about is how he treated Jimin. He has conscience but he’s managed to numb himself from anything concerning Jimin, not allowing his mind to delve too deep where it’ll only hurt to have to draw himself back out of. But he knows he’s acted unjust. He said something wrong and he has to take it back.

Jeongguk’s just trying to convince himself it’s because he misses the sex.

Jimin doesn’t pick up on the first call but on second try, he picks up on the third ring.

“What do you want, Jeongguk?” Jimin asks through the other line, sounding weary and cautious. There’s shuffling from the other side before the sound of a door shutting evident, proving it’s only the two of them.

Jeongguk stops, hesitating now that he’s actually on the phone with Jimin. He hadn’t prepared any speech beforehand and now all words are failing him, his mouth opening but only to shut.

“Hi.”

Silence stretches from the other line. “Hi?”

“How are you?”

Another long pause before an insufferable sigh, sounding defeated. “What do you want, Jeongguk?” He repeats.

Jimin sounds genuinely fed-up, his voice not offering any emotions. His walls are built up once again, not a single hint of vulnerability able to be conveyed through his monotonous tone. Jimin knows how to hold a grudge, how to demand what he deserves and never settle for anything less.

“It’s been more than a week,” Jeongguk continues, uselessly. He’s trying to buy some time, process his thoughts.

“Jeongguk. If you don’t have anything useful to say, I’m just gonna--”

“What’s your address?” He interrupts before Jimin can finish, not wanting the other man to hang up. “I’ll come. I’ll come to you.”

“You’ll come to me for what?”

“For sex. You said if I wanted sex, I’d come to you so here I am.”

It sounds insincere but this is the closest to an apology he can manage. He’s trying to make things right by proving Jimin’s not desperate, that the effort can go both ways. He’s been wrongful for making Jimin come out of his way, to the penthouse every single time for two whole years. He’s never even seen Jimin’s apartment.

Jimin stutters from the other line, seemingly speechless for a minute.

“Oh.”

“Surprised?”

“I guess.”

Jeongguk takes a deep breath. “I was an asshole. Let me make it up to you. I’ll make it worth your while.”

Jimin wavers, not offering any words. Jeongguk thinks that they’re beyond the point of repair now, that Jimin has fully given up and this is the end. He knows this time has to come at some point, he just isn’t prepared for it to come too soon. He isn’t ready to say goodbye to his little sanctuary that he finds within Jimin.

Before Jeongguk cuts off the line, embarrassed with even bothering to try, the other man speaks.

“I’ll text you my address. Don’t be late.”

With that, Jimin hangs up.

Jimin’s apartment is every bit luxurious as Jeongguk imagined. He stands outside the block, eyeing it warily as he observes the high-rising building and the modern, impressive architecture. At the front door, a man that Jeongguk recognises as Taehyung is standing there, presumably waiting for him.

Taehyung is a handsome man. He has a sharp jawline, distinct features with piercing eyes that can bring men and women down to their knees. His body frame is admirable, slim around the waist but defined ass. He’s wearing the most casual outfit with slouchy trousers, baggy top but he still manages to pull it off effortlessly.

Jeongguk hesitates, no doubt intimidated by the man. He’s never met any of Jimin’s friends, has barely interacted with the secretary. It’s unnerving. He pulls the jacket over his body, hugging himself with one arm as he approaches Taehyung cautiously. The last time he had been around Taehyung’s presence in one enclosed space was during boarding school and it’s been too long.

“Uh, hello?” Jeongguk greets, keeping up with his manners as he offers a bow. “Um. I’m here for Jimin?”

Taehyung’s openly scowling at him. He doesn’t reply at first, allowing his eyes to do the talking. They scan over Jeongguk’s body, looking over every inch before the dull eyes bore into his.

“Who’s the desperate one now, huh?”

His voice is aloof, detached but the hint of outrage is evident. It shines through. Jeongguk almost shudders at the words and the velocity behind them, casting his gaze downwards in shame. Jimin has shared the words with his friends which shouldn’t be a surprise, really.

“You gonna take me inside or not? Or has Jimin called me here to humiliate me, huh?”

Taehyung stares at him hard before turning on his heel, opening the door for him and allowing Jeongguk in first.

“I wish Jimin would be that smart,” Taehyung mumbles. He doesn’t turn over his shoulder to offer him eye contact as they walk through the ornate lobby, towards the elevators. “He’s forgiven you, it seems.”

“I didn’t mean it the way Jimin understood it.”

The elevator dings, the doors opening as Taehyung gestures for the man to enter first. He follows in after, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

“Should manage your words better then, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk doesn’t bother engaging in the conversation any longer, knowing it’s a lost cause. He doesn’t know what Jimin’s friends think of him but he isn’t surprised if it’s a negative outlook. After all, they only know Jeongguk through the snippets Jimin tells them and what they see through the media, the news. He’s considered to be the father’s pet, the boy who follows Mr. Jeon blindly. He probably looks pathetic. Sometimes, he feels pathetic.

They reach the tenth floor and Taehyung steps out first, only for them to be met with Hoseok.

It’s jarring. Jeongguk remembers them from boarding school when they had barely reached puberty, when they hadn’t dyed their hair and formed their beautiful facial structures that they have now. He remembers seeing Hoseok and Taehyung wandering around the school grounds, hanging out with Jimin and causing havoc whilst Jeongguk had been alone.

But now, Hoseok is almost unrecogniseable with his bright red hair, his defined face and his killer body.

“Jeongguk,” he mumbles in greeting, nodding at him. “Surprised to see you here.”

Hoseok is a little more laid back than Taehyung, not ready to jump on him and attack. It allows Jeongguk to relax as tension sweeps out of his body slightly, exhaling. The extent he goes to for Jimin. At least Jimin never had to go through an array of introductions before he finally got laid, he was always led straight up to the penthouse.

“I can say the same,” Jeongguk replies.

“We all live in this apartment floor together,” he explains, even though nobody asked. Jeongguk, regardless, listens and nods. “Jimin’s the last apartment, down the hallway. He’s expecting you.”

Jeongguk wonders how much Jimin shares with his friends. He can’t help but think about how much Hoseok and Taehyung know about him, his position, how far the sex between him and Jimin has extended and how it’s been going on for more than just two years now. He hums, barely offering a farewell before he’s walking away.

Jimin’s smug when he retrieves the door, already undressed down to his boxers with a sly smile twitching on his lips.

“Liked your greeting?” Jimin asks, raising a brow.

Jeongguk scoffs as he steps into the apartment, not taking any notice of his surroundings. Instead, he pulls Jimin forward by the waistband of his boxers and slams the door behind him.

Jimin gasps but he falls forward gracefully, into Jeongguk’s space. Their faces tilt up together and their lips are inches apart from each other, so close to touching. From this close, Jeongguk can smell Jimin’s breath. Fresh and minty, like he’s just brushed this teeth. Like he’s preparing for this.

For a second, he allows himself to think about how it’d feel to kiss Jimin. He indulges the thought but it feels wrong, this isn’t what it’s about. Kissing is unnecessary intimacy, an act that they don’t need to keep up their pretences.

(Mood: SoMo - Make Up Sex)

Jeongguk snaps back to reality as he pushes Jimin away, not wasting a second before he’s sinking down to his knees.

Jimin’s eyes widen at the change of events, switching up their usual positions. There’s a moment where neither of them move nor breathe - just looking looking at each other. Jimin’s breathing picks up a notch, getting heavier by the mere implication of what’s about to happen. He seems to collect himself before he gestures to his boxers, cocking a brow.

“Have at it, then.”

Jeongguk reaches out to place both of his hands on either side of Jimin’s hips, pulling him forward hastily.

Jimin follows each command quietly, shuffling forward and biting his lip as he waits. It’s obvious, now, in Jimin’s expression that he’s been waiting for this as much as Jeongguk has been.

As much as Jeongguk wants to savour every moment, he’s too impatient. It’s been too long. He can’t remember the last time he had gone a whole week and some without sex, can’t remember the last time he slept with anyone who isn’t Jimin because nobody meets the expectation. He’s been waiting for this and his cock is already twitching with interest.

He pulls Jimin’s boxers down, only pausing to lick his lips before he takes the man into his mouth.

He sucks on the head of Jimin’s cock, breathing harshly through his nose as he licks the underside. Jimin’s responsive, his hand reaching out to tangle in his roots and tugging lightly as it prompts Jeongguk to go deeper.

It’s always vice versa and he hasn’t returned the favour often but he loves how Jimin’s dick feels in his mouth, how he can go all the way down and choke on it but also watch how Jimin’s moans turn to more desperate.

After bobbing up and down a few times, Jimin starts thrusting his hips back. It’s shallow at first but he picks up the pace, immoblising Jeongguk and fucking his throat thoroughly as he chokes a few times, his eyes tearing up. He swallows around the mouthful, trying to breathe through his nose.

“Bed,” Jimin chokes out, pulling out nimbly. “Bed, now.”

Jimin’s offering his hand and Jeongguk takes it blindly, allowing himself to be tugged upwards and towards the bedroom. His eyes wander over the hallway as he walks, observing the man’s living space. It’s well kept, organised and neat. There’s a certain chic, modern vibe that reflects through the decor and the colour scheme.

He barely has time to look at anything else as he’s pushed into a room, the door shutting behind him.

“Take your clothes off,” Jimin commands, pushing him against the door as his lips latch onto Jeongguk’s neck. It’s more than they’ve ever initiated, bordering onto intimate, but Jeongguk doesn’t seem to mind, his head falling back instinctively as he feels the plump lips work over his Adam’s apple. “Now.”

There’s more authority ringing through Jimin’s voice now more than ever, clear and leaving no space for Jeongguk to argue with. Not that he even wants to.

He’s completely, and utterly, aroused. He’s gone for Jimin in this moment of time.

It’s a little difficult to manage, trying to tear the shirt over his head when Jimin’s sucking on his neck. He’s leaving little bruises, sure to fade in an hour or two but the slight nibble of Jimin’s teeth makes Jeongguk gasp. He reaches down to dig his fingers into his waist.

“J-Jimin.”

“Remove it.”

Jimin stands back, giving him room. Jeongguk gets rid of his shirt, followed by his jeans and his boxers. He’s left naked and he’s usually in control but now, he’s looking at Jimin and waiting for what’s to come next. Jimin stares at him for a minute, his gaze unreadable as his eyes examine over Jeongguk.

He opens his mouth to say something before he stops, clamping shut. Instead of entertaining them with his words, he walks to his bedside table and pulls out lube… and a condom.

“Condom?” Jeongguk says before he can stop himself, narrowing his eyes.

“Yeah?” Jimin looks over his shoulder. “It’s been more than a week. I’m sure you’ve slept with others and so, you’ll have to get tested again if you wanna bareback.”

He sounds nonchalant, completely unaffected as he throws the items onto the bed before climbing on top. He removes his boxers first before grabbing the pillows, positioning himself and wiggling his ass in the air.

Jeongguk watches in confusion before he steps forward, reaching Jimin by the bed. His hand reaches out to grope his ass roughly, touching over the skin and feeling Jimin all over. His hand drifts downwards, playing with Jimin’s balls.

“I haven’t slept with anyone,” he admits quietly, hand moving to grasp his cock instead and idly stroking Jimin. “I’m still clean. Have you?”

Jimin freezes, his body growing rigid under the hold before he’s looking up to Jeongguk. Disbelief is painted over his expression, shaking his head slowly.

“I don’t believe you.”

“I swear to you, I would never lie about this.”

Jimin swallows audibly, eyes wide. “I… I haven’t slept with anyone, either.”

There’s nothing else they need to say.

Jeongguk throws the condom off the bed, reaching for the lube instead. He climbs into bed after Jimin, settling behind him as he gently pries his thighs apart. Jimin’s pliant as usual, slipping into his usual submissive stance as he allows Jeongguk to bend him, break him apart and do as he please.

“Gonna make this worth your while.”

Jimin hums and doesn’t bother responding, cushioning his head and waiting patiently. Instead of slicking up his fingers, though, Jeongguk smirks as he lowers his head and his tongue reaches out to swipe across Jimin’s hole.

Jimin doesn’t seem to be expecting it because he suddenly gasps, his head turning to face him again.

“Jeongguk?” He whispers out.

“Be quiet.”

Jeongguk has never done this before and he feels a little out of his element. He pours all his concentration into the act though, pushing away the insecure thoughts. His tongue reaches out to lick over Jimin’s hole again, repeating the motions a few times. When Jimin’s sounds only grow louder, he gains confidence.

He pushes his tongue into Jimin’s hole, tentatively licking at his walls as he thrusts his tongue in and out. The sensation must be positive for Jimin because he keeps whimpering soft, broken sounds as he clutches onto the sheets. He keeps going, gently easing a finger alongside his tongue.

“G-Guk.”

Jeongguk doesn’t reprimand him, this time, for speaking. Instead, he pushes in a second finger and uses both of them to angle upwards, coaxing Jimin’s prostate. Jimin seems overwhelmed, rolling his hips backwards towards the movement as he raises his ass further up.

He thoroughly opens Jimin up, licking into him until he’s wet with slickness and he’s begging for more. Jimin’s more hesitant right now, not allowing himself to go entirely but Jeongguk’s determined to get him to that stage.

Once he’s sure Jimin is ready, he withdraws his fingers and his tongue. Instead of moving straight onto giving his cock some attention, he keeps his head lowered and kisses over Jimin’s swell ass cheeks. It’s a strange act for him to do and he tries not to overthink before he pulls away, grabbing the lube bottle. Jimin doesn’t voice a single complain, waiting patiently.

The sex is just as rough as last time, or anytime before that. Jeongguk barely allows Jimin to adjust before he’s thrusting into him, bottoming out all the way and pressing up against his prostate. He’s relentless with his actions, trying to make up for the past week or so.

Jimin has lost the ability to speak, all that leaves his mouth are choked out pants. He mutters words under his breath, incoherent but Jeongguk manages to make out ‘please’ and ‘more’. Jimin keeps fucking himself back on Jeongguk’s cock, trying to take what he can get and more without any shame whatsoever.

Jeongguk doesn’t mind. It arouses him to witness Jimin getting lost in him, biting his lips as he goes harder.

The force of the thrusts causing Jimin to move up on the bed, grabbing onto the pillow and moaning out lewdly. He looks over his shoulder for a minute, their lustful eyes meeting before Jeongguk’s bottoming out and he’s coming, at long last.

The orgasm is more satisfying than he can remember, slumping into Jimin as he keeps fucking him. Once he’s milked out his orgasm, he pulls out of Jimin gingerly. It’s always mesmerising to watch how Jimin unclenches, the come dripping out of him. The sight is obscene and yet, it’s one Jeongguk will never get used to.

“Time for you to come, huh?” Jeongguk coos.

He holds onto Jimin’s waist, turning him over so they’re chest-to-chest before he reaches down to hold Jimin’s cock. Their faces are inches apart, lips so close that they’re breathing heavily on each other. Jimin’s eyes are shut quiet, grinding down into the hand until he reaches his climax with a loud cry and finally relaxes.

“Shit,” Jimin mumbles, voice awed as he pushes Jeongguk off him. “That was good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he affirms, falling into the mattress. “I missed that.”

Jeongguk’s elated with his response, yearning praise from Jimin now more than ever. He still feels atrocious for what he has said, trying to make it up to Jimin in any way possible and he only hopes this had been enough.

He settles down besides Jimin, still heaving from his intense orgasm as he rests a hand atop his chest. They both lay in silence next to each other, staring up at the ceiling. Jimin sighs before he rolls into his side, looking at Jeongguk earnestly for a minute. His eyes are glistening, oceans of emotions hidden behind his pupils.

“I’m tempted to kick you out,” Jimin says with amusement tingling his tone, laughing as he turns away from him. “Call you an Uber, tell you to get out.”

“Are you gonna do that?”

He pauses, offering a shrug. “Eventually.” He gets out of bed, reaching for the dressing gown hung behind the door. He puts it on, looking at Jeongguk. “Go to the toilet, freshen up. I’ll get you some water.”

It’s nothing less than he would do for Jimin back at the penthouse, nothing out of the ordinary. It doesn’t break out of their usual boundaries. That puts Jeongguk at ease as he nods, rolling off the bed and wandering into the ensuite as he listens to Jimin retreat out of the bedroom.

Jeongguk decides to take a shower, standing under the hot spray of water until it begins to burn at his skin. When he emerges, he walks to Jimin’s wardrobe uninvited and rummages through to find a fresh pair of clothes to wear. He finds a suitable attire, opting for a black tee and some jeans.

Just before he’s about to walk out and join Jimin in the kitchen, his eyes catch on a photo frame.

Jeongguk didn’t have the time before to observe Jimin’s bedroom, entranced in the boy himself. But now as he scans around, he finds pieces of Jimin all over the place. Sentimentality is, evidently, important to Jimin if the personalised art hanging on the wall and the photos on the dresser is any indicator.

The photo frame is a collage of their boarding school days. Jimin is present in each of picture, mostly alongside Taehyung and Hoseok. It highlights most of their school days, dressed in the uptight uniform with bright, promising smiles. Jimin was beautiful when he was younger, when his cheeks were chubbier and he had a crooked teeth that he wasn’t fixed back then.

There’s some newer pictures, too. There’s a picture of Jimin, Hoseok and Taehyung and a dog that Jeongguk doesn’t recognise. Whilst it’s not recent, it still pictures their friendship beautifully.

Jeongguk analyses the picture for a minute, eyes lingering on Jimin for longer than necessary. Just before he’s about to turn and walk away, he catches sight of himself.

(Mood: Cashmere Cat - Quit ft. Ariana Grande)

The picture is of him and Jimin, dressed in their formal boarding school wear. He doesn’t remember the occasion, it must have been a school dance or a gala. But it was during the days they could merely tolerate each other. There was intense competition between them since the beginning, always bordered on the dangerous line of pure hatred. But there was some memorable times during boarding school.

The pressure hasn’t been colossal in boarding school. When they were away from their families, they could breathe. They could even humour each other in a conversation or two, afford to smile at each other in the hallways and in the cafeteria or when they caught a glimpse of the other during an event.

The true enmity began when they graduated from school, when they returned to their demanding families. When they ceased to keep in contact only for Jimin and his family to come running back to the Jeon’s, begging for help. When the fucking began all over again.

Whilst a part of Jeongguk has always despised Jimin and has been groomed to blindly loathe him - he remembers staring at Jimin in the hallways. He remembers indulging Jimin’s ridiculous requests of taking selfies during occasions. He remembers fucking Jimin and collapsing in the small dorm bed, not fit for two bodies, and wonders if Jimin will stay or go.

The longer he looks at the picture, the more the discomfort grows.

There’s a knock on the bedroom door, making Jeongguk jolt and snap out of his trance. He glances over to the culprit of the sound, finding Jimin standing there sheepishly.

“You planning to rob me, asshole?” He asks, beckoning him with his finger. “Hurry up, drink your water and get the fuck out.”

Jeongguk steps away from the photo frame, trying not to make it obvious that he’s been staring.

There’s questions that torment him. Why did Jimin keep the picture of them two? Why did Jimin decide to frame it, alongside his other best friends that actually mean something to him? He wonders but he doesn’t ask out aloud, humming as he nods at Jimin.

“I’m coming.”

Chapter Text

Jeongguk’s trying to concentrate but he falls short, his attention lingering elsewhere. He idly sips on the glass of water before him, clearing his throat frequently and fidgeting in his seat. He’s doing anything but taking notes, helping his father expand and evolve from this meeting. He feels like a failure and yet, he can’t help it.

Mr. Jeon seems to recognise his lack of effort, his divided attention. As he speaks in front of the associates, his gaze wanders to Jeongguk often and the disapproval is flashed clearly across his face.

Seokjin looks over every so often, narrowed eyes focusing on him. Jeongguk doesn’t pay any heed to either of them, looking away whenever his eyes meet with Seokjin.

Once the meeting is over, Jeongguk feels a weight being lifted off his shoulders. He breathes out in relief, stuffing his incomplete notes into his folder and standing up hastily from his seat. He’s craving a smoke, something he doesn’t indulge in often, but his throat crawls with the urgency of the taste of a cigarette. Unfamiliar yet soothing.

“Jeongguk, wait.” Mr. Jeon’s gruffly voice calls out for him, halting him from escaping.

Jeongguk falters where he’s two seconds from making his quick escape, his lungs inflating and dread washing into his system instead. He pauses, nodding at his father’s orders and fixing his necktie instead. He watches each of the associate filter out one-by-one, bowing at each other of them until it’s just him, Seokjin and his father.

Mr. Jeon takes his time before he starts to speak. It’s his trademark sign of exerting control over the situation, making the atmosphere fill with tension until they’re all suffocating underneath his heavy, discontent expression and kneeling for an explanation.

Jeongguk doesn’t feel like being underneath his father for once. He doesn’t grow impatient, neither does he grovel. He just stands obediently, hands folded in front of him as he waits.

“What was that about, huh?” Mr. Jeon finally demands to know when Seokjin begins to squirm in his seat. “This was an important meeting, you know? We have other obligations besides just working with Kia motors. Where has your concentration been, hm?”

Jeongguk doesn’t entertain him with an answer. How can he articulate what he’s currently feeling into words? Try to explain how all his thoughts circle around Jimin and it’s causing his mind to focus elsewhere all the time.

“Answer me!” He bellows when the silence stretches on, walking up to Jeongguk and tugging on his necktie. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

Jeongguk sighs inwardly, repressing the sounds of objection that hang heavy on his tongue. He swallows down the bitter taste, the urge to scream and rebel against his father. He’s no longer an angsty teenager in boarding school. He’s a grown man, he’s living his worst nightmare and he has to come to terms with what he has to deal with.

He raises his head, fixing his eyes with Mr. Jeon.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, not sounding apologetic at all.

“Then, what was today all about?”

“I didn’t sleep well,” he attempts to excuse himself, rubbing his eyes wearily as if to emphasise his point. “Having troubles.”

“Troubles with what, boy?”

Jeongguk bites his tongue, hard enough for him to recoil before he grits out the words. “Girl problems.” Knowing full well that it’ll be enough to make his father to back down.

It has the same effect he had been hoping. Mr. Jeon’s eyes light up, brow raising with delight. He has known Jeongguk’s sexuality is anything but straight - not through confessions or coming out - but through speculation, assumptions. He has been forcing Jeongguk to sleep around, to see girls without ever vocally breaching the topic of Jeongguk’s apparent sexuality.

“Really?” He tugs on Jeongguk’s necktie again, more harsher this time, but with a hint of prideness behind the motion. “Who?” He turns his attention to the other figure sitting in the room, nodding at him. “Seokjin, did you know about this?”

Seokjin’s eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights. “O-Oh. No, sir. I did not.”

Mr. Jeon shoves Jeongguk’s chest, a friendly gesture. “Tell me, son! Tell me about your girl! Is she pretty? Slim? Suitable for the family?”

Jeongguk’s stomach turns in discomfort, the words settling into him with disgust. He barely prevents himself from visibly reacting, forcing his facial expression to remain intact and unbothered.

“It’s nothing serious at the moment,” he says. “I don’t want to cause rumours and for her to get scared from the articles, the media. I want to keep it just between you, me and Jin hyung, please.”

“Of course, son! But show me a picture of her?”

Mr. Jeon has never spoken to him with such respect, with genuine interest in his son and his life. It’s all because of a girl, a girl that doesn’t even exist. Jeongguk lies plenty but it has never felt this sour.

“I will soon.”

“Is this why you’re distracted?”

“Yes, father.”

“Well!” Mr. Jeon pulls back, clapping his hands together gleefully. There’s exhilaration that inches over each feature on his face. “You can take as many breaks as you please! Secure this girl, bring her into the Jeon family and your popularity will soar, son.”

Jeongguk laughs, humorlessly and empty. “Sure, father.”

That seems to be the end of Mr. Jeon’s crisis, apparently reverted as he looks back to normal. He claps his hand once again before he collects his belongings, calling his secretary into the office as they walk out together.

Jeongguk looks down at the floor, smiling bitterly before he scoffs.

“Fucking asshole,” he mutters under his breath, releasing a breath.

Seokjin walks up to him, patting his shoulder sympathetically. “You shouldn’t have said that. You know he’s not gonna leave it alone? He’s gonna keep coming after you, demanding to see this girl.”

“I don’t care. I’ll say I broke up with her.”

Seokjin looks perplexed, brows furrowed as he withdraws a pack of cigarettes. “Smoke break?”

Seokjin’s apartment is a sanctuary. Whilst his salary is hefty, especially working for the Jeon family and for Hyundai motors, his income doesn’t compare to Jeongguk’s. He lives in Itaewon, having to commute to work everyday, and his apartment is significantly smaller than Jeongguk’s penthouse.

Regardless of the stuffed apartment, the messy hallways and the chaotic living rooms - Jeongguk feels at home here. He feels like he belongs.

Namjoon’s already there, lounging on the couch as he sips on a protein shake.

“What are you doing here?” Seokjin groans upon seeing him, walking around to the other man and swatting him on the shoulder. “Why aren’t you at work?”

“Finished early,” he explains, eyes drifting up to Jeongguk and nodding. “Hey, Guk.”

Jeongguk grins lopsidedly, nodding back. “Hey, hyung.”

It still bothers Jeongguk that he had been taught not to get close to his hyung’s when they were first hired, explicitly given orders that both Seokjin and Namjoon were not friends but rather, just employees and should be treated like so. The lines were blurred quickly though and Jeongguk couldn’t ask for anything else. He isn’t quite sure where he’d be without the two of them, relying on them for most of the tribulations he faces in life.

“We’re stepping out on the balcony for a smoke break,” Seokjin explains.

Namjoon hums, devoted towards never having had a smoke, and only nods noncommittally, returning his attention to the TV. Seokjin steps around him, walking to the balcony doors and opening them up as they step out.

The chilly winter of Seoul is only growing, the gush of wind hitting Jeongguk as he shudders and wraps an arm around himself to brace from the cold. Seokjin grabs a leather jacket on the deck chair outside, draping it over Jeongguk’s shoulder. He snuggles into the extra warmth being provided to him but finds no solace in it, his teeth still chattering as he gazes out across the view.

“For you,” Seokjin murmurs, offering a cigarette.

Jeongguk takes it off him, cupping his mouth as he lights it up. The first exhale causes his heart to race, his system giddy as he coughs a little, spluttering over the smoke. It’s been a while but he’s forgotten how good it feels.

“Sorry,” he excuses himself, thumping his chest a few times to adjust to the taste.

Seokjin shrugs as he takes a drag, blowing out the smoke. “No worries.”

“You’re bad, hyung. Getting your little brother into smoking again, huh?” He teases.

‘Little brother’ slips out of his mouth easily, not thinking twice about the term of endearment. Seokjin catches onto it, his head snapping towards him as his gaze softens. He takes another drag, eyes mellow and relaxed. Jeongguk understands, now, why Seokjin often turns to smoking especially with the demanding job he has.

“Everyone needs a smoke every now and then,” he says. “As long as you don’t keep doing it or tell on your father.”

“I’m sure father does drugs himself. Cocaine, ecstasy. Money can buy a lot of things.”

“Yeah?” Seokjin tilts his head, observing him carefully. “Have you, ever?”

He hesitates. “Of course.”

“When?”

“What are you, my dad?”

“Your older brother,” Seokjin shoots back without a beat.

Jeongguk chuckles, holding up his hands in surrender. “Fair enough. A few years ago, in boarding school. With Jimin.”

There’s many fond memories in boarding school and the more he ponders over them, the more Jeongguk realises each and every one of them stem back to Jimin. The man had plagued every experience in boarding school. Jeongguk had failed to make any friends during his stay in Busan, always considered to be stuck up and spoilt by others. People avoided him and he didn’t like people in return.

His one and only comfort was Jimin, also his enemy.

“Oh?” Seokjin raises a brow in interest. “How did that happen?”

“Well…” Jeongguk takes a drag of his cigarette, not looking at his hyung as he speaks. The words feel more brutal than anything else, the pain sharp at the remembrance of Jimin who once burned so bright. “Jimin came into my dorm with a baggie of cocaine, must have brought it off someone and insisted we tried it.”

“And you did?”

“Of course.”

He still remembers Jimin’s awry grin, his wide doey eyes full of curiosity. Back in boarding school - when Jimin and his father’s relationship was intact - Jimin had been intense in the best way. He was enamored with the world, with everything the world had to offer. There were always stars in his eyes.

Jeongguk had taken one look at Jimin’s pleading expression, his exaggerated pout before he agreed to doing the cocaine.

Why can Jeongguk not get Jimin’s beautiful face out of his mind? Why has it been imprinted into his memory, right from the beginning, right from the first day of boarding school when their eyes had met across the assembly room?

He distracts himself with another drag of his cigarette, exhaling heavily.

“You like him,” Seokjin states plainly.

“What?” His head snaps up, focusing on his hyung. “What?”

“I don’t mean like-like, like a crush like. I mean tolerant like. You don’t hate him.”

“I do hate him,” Jeongguk’s declining immediately, shaking his head adamantly. “He’s self righteous, pretentious, annoying. He’s loud. Bratty. He’s impulsive and does stupid shit. He just has… no conscience, always getting into trouble. I hate him.”

“Yet, you like him. Otherwise, you would have let him go ages ago.”

He hates that Seokjin might be right, that maybe this is what it all boils down to. Jeongguk, maybe, doesn’t hate Jimin after all. The thought disorientates everything he’s ever known, though, and it terrifies him. He’s built his whole life around solely hating Jimin, treating him nothing more than a fuck buddy.

“Hyung.” He warns.

“You have a soft spot for him, Jeongguk and I wish you’d stop denying it. It’d solve hundreds of your problems.”

“I can’t like him.” His voice goes up an octave, a hint of stress entering his tone as he tugs on his hair irritably. “I can’t because it’s not allowed. I can’t because father will kill me, extract each and every one of my teeth and make me suffer for it.”

“Don’t be so dramatic.”

“He’ll kill me, hyung. You know it.”

Seokjin breathes in, sucking his teeth thoughtfully. He’s lost in contemplation, absentmindedly smoking before he sighs. He looks up to Jeongguk, defeat written over his features.

“I know,” he finally agrees.

“So, it can’t happen. Do you get it? I can’t like him anymore than I do right now. I hate him and it has to stay that way.”

Seokjin doesn’t reply at first. He nods a minute later, smoking quietly. “We’ll figure it out,” he says instead. The hope is still evident in his tone.

Jeongguk wants to choke on it. Instead, he looks away. They’ll figure it out.

The next time Jimin sees Jeongguk is for their next meeting, expanding upon the forming business plan.

Their meeting is brief and they barely have anytime for idle talk. The atmosphere between them is tolerable, miraculously, and Jimin finds it a little strange. He wonders where the change between them has occurred from, wonders why Jeongguk isn’t making any remarks before realising it’s usually him that makes the comments. He hasn’t made a single one this meeting so far.

Jimin still decides to tease, though. He rubs his shoe against the side of Jeongguk’s leg underneath the table, keeping his expression straight and his eyes boring into Jeongguk’s.

Jeongguk’s eyes widen when he realises what Jimin’s doing, swallowing. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Keep talking, Guk.”

Jeongguk does. He clears his throat, taking a sip of his water hastily before he continues talking about the business plan that Jimin’s supposed to announce the next time they all meet together. It’ll be one of their last get-togethers before the conference, before announcing their plan to the world as scrutiny will begin to fall before them even harder.

Somewhere along the lines, the words blur together and Jimin’s attention is diverted.

“This is boring,” he states.

“Jimin.” Jeongguk sighs, looking embittered. “Can you just listen?”

Jimin licks his lips, observing the man sitting before him for a minute. They’ve been stuck in the same office for more than forty-five minutes and neither of them has made a sexual comment, teased each other. He waits a beat before shaking his head.

“No.”

“You’re so fucking annoying.”

“Am I?” Jimin quirks a brow as he stands up from his seat, walking over to Jeongguk’s side.

Jeongguk’s immediately startled, eyes quickly darting over to the doors. It’s all glass, see-through and apparent to anyone walking past.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He says, pushing Jimin back. “If you want sex, you’ll have to wait till tonight.”

“Tonight?” Jimin purrs. “Promise? At my apartment?”

He likes pushing Jeongguk’s buttons, watching him squirm and visibly grow more aroused under his gaze. He holds the power over Jeongguk and he knows it, he doesn’t hesitate using it either.

Jeongguk swallows audibly. “Promise.”

It’s all the confirmation he needs before he nods, walking back to his seat and sitting down.

“Continue. This meeting is important.”

Jeongguk looks dismayed, disbelief painted over his expression as he mumbles words of disapproval under his breath. Nonetheless, they continue with the meeting.

Later that night when Jeongguk arrives at the apartment, looking disgruntled and annoyed at having to catch an Uber, Jimin drags him to the bedroom. As a form of apology for being a brat at the meeting and causing Jeongguk to come out of his way, he sinks to his knees. Jeongguk’s irritation seems to wipe clear within a minute and he buries his frustration into Jimin instead.

“This is the last meeting we’ll be meeting for.”

Jeongguk stops where he’s unlocking the door to office, looking over his shoulder to Jimin who stands behind him. He hadn’t realised time was passing so quickly. No sooner than a week they’ll be announcing the plan they’ve been working relentlessly on and their little encounters will cease to exist.

For some reason, the thought fills Jeongguk with an unexplainable bittersweet feeling. This meetings are virtually useless for him, saving time out of his busy schedule for Jimin who he’s supposed to hate. But he doesn’t want them to end, anyway.

“Yeah,” Jeongguk says, stepping into the office as Jimin follows. “So, let’s just get this over and done with.”

Jimin chuckles as he sits down on the chair, shrugging his blazer over and draping it on the back. He pulls out his folder, setting out the mostly formed, finished plan.

“I did all the work last night. I just need you to review it, fix up the speech then I’ll be ready to present next week.”

Jeongguk hums as he takes the papers provided to him, grabbing a pen from his desk. He leans against his window, outlooking the high-rising buildings and the early morning bustle of Seoul, as he scans across the words. Jimin’s speech is expertly written, flowing well together and is sure to be a crowd pleaser.

“Sounds good,” Jeongguk comments nonchalantly, highlighting a few words on the papers and making notes for improvements. “You’re ready to go, to be honest.”

“I am?”

“Yeah.”

Ten minutes later, he places the finished and reviewed documents back down on the desk. His own workload stares at him and he groans inwardly at the reminder that he’ll probably be stuck all day at the office again, dedicating each minute of the day. The stress is already weighing heavy on his shoulder as the conference date draws closer.

Jimin looks appreciative, scanning over the scribbled notes and taking the time to read each and every one.

“Oh…” he says, waiting. “Well, thank you, then?”

It feels unusual. After spending countless meetings together, it feels bizarre to be ending on such a note. Barely any words exchanged, barely looking each other in the eye. Just a mediocre, insincere ‘thanks’.

Jeongguk shrugs. “You’re welcome. We’re partners, after all.”

“Yeah.”

They both stay still in the room. Jeongguk is still standing, in his full attire, and Jimin’s still sitting before him. They make eye contact and Jimin’s eyes are full to the brim with emotions, holding a sense of desperation behind them. He opens his mouth to say something and then fails, clamping his mouth shut.

“You can see yourself out, Jimin.” He dismisses.

It feels wrong but Jeongguk doesn’t want to dwell on it.

Jimin realises when he’s not wanted and he nods a little, fumbling with the folder in his hand as he stuffs it into his bag. He stands up from the chair, shrugging on the blazer he had only taken off barely twenty minutes ago. Awkwardness spreads, persistent between them.

Jeongguk turns to divert his attention back to the window, gazing out across the view that he’s met with. He listens to Jimin’s footsteps retreating without a word, the office door opening before Jimin’s meek voice is calling to him.

“Hey, Jeongguk…” He’s speaking so quietly, he’s barely audible. A hint of fear is obvious in his tone, too, like he’s not sure whether he can say this or not. “Can we… um. Can we… go for a walk? By the lake”

(Mood: The Neighbourhood - Daddy Issues)

The lake is a five minutes walk from Hyundai motors. It’s barely impressive, a shallow lake with greenery surrounding it, giving off the impression of a notable area. Regardless, it’s often a place Jeongguk comes to calm down. It gives him a sense of tranquility, watching the ripples in the water and the serenity that takes over.

Jimin walks by his side, his head diverted downwards as he tries to make himself appear as small as possible. It’s probably due to the fact that he doesn’t want to be spotted with Jeongguk in public. It’s a feeling he can understand and share in common with Jimin.

“No one comes by here,” Jeongguk mutters a minute later. “You’re safe.”

Jimin looks up a little, eyes fixing onto his. “Oh. Okay.”

There’s a bench by the lake, overlooking the expansive lagoon. Jeongguk sits down first before he tentatively pats the space besides him, coaxing Jimin down as well. He follows the order, slumping down and sighing out.

“Why did you want to go for a walk?” Jeongguk questions curiously, fiddling with his phone. “Just go home.”

“I don’t know. Didn’t wanna go back to Kia’s yet.”

“Oh, you going back to work?”

Jimin hums affirmatively, sighing once again as he throws his head back. “Unfortunately, yes.”

Jeongguk can’t sympathise with him when all he knows is work, the four walls of his office. He just shrugs as he unlocks his phone, scanning through a few unanswered emails and unread text messages. The silence stretches on between them, insufferable. When they’re not talking about sex, they really have nothing else to discuss and it’s clear. Jeongguk wishes it was any other way but he also finds that this is more comfortable to him, more easy to adapt.

But then Jimin speaks up, his voice muted. “Do you remember the beach in Busan?”

Jeongguk furrows his brow at the mention of their boarding school city, looking over to him.

“Yeah.”

“I used to go often,” he offers uselessly.

“I know. The beach sucks, though.”

Jimin laughs out breathily at that, looking genuinely taken aback. “You, what? You’re such a grandpa, so boring.”

“It’s just water.”

“This is just water, too.”

“Exactly.”

Jimin looks conflicted and confused but he doesn’t say anything else, another laugh bubbling out of his lips. He fiddles with his fingers, humming.

“Do you remember you got me a Christmas present once? In boarding school?”

Jeongguk raises a brow. “Oh.” His memory spans back to the Christmas season, just before they had returned back to Seoul to spend the holiday with their families. Jimin had approached him with a neatly wrapped box, scurrying away quickly. “Yeah, I do.”

Jeongguk remembers, specifically, feeling awful that he hadn’t gotten anything for Jimin in return. He remembers opening the present in his dorm room after lights out and clutching onto the scarf like a lifeline. Throughout his entire in boarding school, he always felt empty and alone. But Jimin’s presence and the scarf helped significantly.

“You always looked so cold,” Jimin explains. “I saw it and it reminded me of you, so I got it.”

“It was nice, thank you.”

What Jimin doesn’t know is that he’s kept the scarf. It hangs in the back of his wardrobe, never touched and definitely not worn but it remains in his closet. Somedays, when he can’t sleep, he’ll use the scarf to cuddle into. He doesn’t need to share that sentiment with Jimin, though.

Jimin smiles warmly. “You’re welcome.”

Since they were sharing boarding school memories, prodding upon moments they had share together - Jeongguk finds himself asking a question that’s bothered him for a while. He’s not sure whether he should ask, breaching the topic that’s been carefully concealed by Jimin. Maybe he should honour that.

Instead, the words escape him before he can contemplate any longer.

“In boarding school,” Jeongguk starts quietly, looking at the floor for a minute, then towards the lake before turning to face Jimin. The other man is already looking at him intently, eyes full of stars and Jeongguk has to swallow at the sudden wave of fondness that erupts within him. Shit. Jimin’s eyes. “You… you would disappear for days on end without any word and come back, talking about your father.”

The mention of Mr. Park causes Jimin’s expression to fall immediately though. His easy-going, relatively relaxed smile is wiped clean. His lips stretch into a thin, unimpressed line and he looks a void of the person he was only a minute ago.

“Yeah,” he replies, empty.

“I used to be so jealous of you, you know? Of you and your father. Now you can barely tolerate him.”

“Jealous.” Jimin repeats, blinking hard in disbelief.

“What happened? Why did it change so bad?”

Jimin keeps the eye contact, eyes ablaze with fire before he looks away. His Adam’s apple bops before he mutters out the words, looking at the water.

“Why do you care?”

“I’m just curious,” he explains.

Jimin laughs. “Then stop being curious. There’s nothing to the story. He’s still my father, I’m still his son and that’s that. End of story.”

Jimin’s fibbing and the high shrill in his tone gives him away. It doesn’t fill in any of the unanswered questions, doesn’t settle the unrelenting curiosity. But Jeongguk recognises when a situation is helpless. Jimin’s gaze has hardened, unforgiving. He doesn’t want to speak and Jeongguk has to respect that.

“Sorry.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything. They sit side-by-side for a few minutes longer, listening to the birds chirping and the occasional clamor of employees passing by as they make their way to the Hyundai headquarters.

Eventually, Jimin gets up. He runs a hand through his hair, smoothing out his strands. His actions are reluctant, like he’s not sure whether or not he wants to leave right now but obliged to do so because of his schedule.

“I gotta get to work,” he says sadly, his voice heavy. Even though they’re sitting here with no agenda, nothing to discuss - Jeongguk finds that he doesn’t really want Jimin to go. That he was, in fact, enjoying Jimin’s quiet but reassuring presence.

He doesn’t voice that, though. He looks up to Jimin and nods.

“Cool. Okay.”

“I’ll see you in a few days? At the next meeting?”

“The final meeting,” Jeongguk says quietly. He realises that after next week, all that is left is the conference and a follow-up party before they’ll stop seeing each other frequently. “Yeah. See you, then.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything else. He simply nods before he’s retreating, back to the building.

Jeongguk sits out by the lake for longer, his thoughts mostly pondering over Jimin and wondering where the smile from boarding school has gone. He waits a few minutes before he sighs, getting up and going back to his office. He has work to do and he can’t be distracted by Jimin.

It’s the final business meeting.

Jimin, for some reason, feels melancholic. He - with all his heart - despises the business he’s being tied down with, feels absolutely no connection with the plans his father pursues for the company. He had waited a long time for this. Yet, as he sits here in the meeting, he fiddles with his water bottle and feels anything but relief.

The meeting is slow. They go up to the front one-by-one and present their final, formed plans. Mr. Jeon is first, as always followed by his son.

Jeongguk is a genius. He excels at Hyundai motors and it’s evident why he’s a valuable part of the team. He brings the most expertise to the table, speaking confidently without a single stutter and presents three plans that are excellent as the rest.

When It’s Jimin’s turn, he attempts to transfer some of the confidence. He fixes his eyes on the associates gathered around but mainly finds his gaze wandering to Jeongguk. He wishes he could give credit to Jeongguk for the second plan he presents, even stronger than his own, but he knows it’ll be a bloodbath if he does.

They all applaud for Jimin’s effort and he even catches a glimmer of surprise on Mr. Jeon’s face, clearly not expecting him to do so well. It caused a flash of hope cross through him.

At the end of the meeting, both Mr. Jeon and Mr. Park stand in front of the room. It’s a little jarring seeing lifelong enemies standing by each other’s side, confirming their plan that’s being launched and advertised to the public. Jimin almost wants to laugh, hiding his face in the crook of his elbow as he waits for them to speak.

It’s Mr. Jeon who addresses the associates.

“I would like to congratulate you for all your efforts, first of all,” he speaks gruffly. “You all have worked hard. We will launch our conference next week and by this time, the advancements and the developments will have begun so we will have visuals and parts of the products to present. Right after that, I will invite you all to a party.”

They all clap and the meeting is dismissed after small details, each person filtering out of the room.

Before Jimin leaves, he catches Jeongguk staring at him. They lock eyes amongst a crowded, busy meeting room and they can’t seem to look away. Jeongguk’s lips twitch before he’s smiling, wide and promising. Jimin can’t resist his own growing as he ducks his head, walking out of the room hastily.

**

The next few days are hectic for Jimin and he doesn’t get the chance to text Jeongguk, let alone meet him. He throws himself into work, spending almost everyday by Yoongi’s side as they work through the data they’re being supplied with. As the business plan forms and falls into place, with less than a week to go, he’s overworked and busy.

That is, until, he gets a text message from Jiyeon.

‘Come to the house, Jimin-ah. Alone. Don’t bring Yoongi. Something has happened with dad.’

Jimin and his sister have a decent relationship and he holds a certain kind of affection for her, a love that runs so deep that it’ll never have an end. He knows Jiyeon inside out, can read her like the back of his hand and her message instantly rings a red alarm inside of him.

“Hyung,” he murmurs as he rereads the text message, already standing up from his seat and grabbing his blazer. “I need to go.”

It’s after hours in Kia’s headquarters. Most of the employees, including his own father, has resigned for the night and returned to their respective families. Jimin stayed behind to work with Yoongi, wanting to perfect over the upcoming week so there’s no hindrance in any place. He also has to analyse the research data and draw up conclusions about Kia’s popularity since they announced working alongside Hyundai.

The work is endless. But Jimin’s anxiety is growing.

Yoongi looks up with confusion filtering on his face, brows furrowed. “Where? Where are you going?”

“I need to go to the family home.”

“What? Why?”

Bewilderment enters Yoongi’s tone as well, sitting up straight. Jimin has never willingly gone back to the family home, not unless there’s an emergency and he knows this is causing Yoongi to panic as well.

Worse case scenarios run through Jimin’s mind, tormenting him and he can’t help but speculate quietly to himself. He only knows that at the end of this day, he’s going to have special hatred reserved just for his father. He knows that his father will further taint their ruined relationship.

“Something’s happened. Jiyeon’s asking me to come home.”

“Fuck. Do you need me to come as well?”

Jimin shakes his head as he grabs his belongings, stuffing the papers into his bag even as they crease before throwing it over his shoulder. He rushes towards the door, working in overdrive. Blood rushes through his system, making him move twice as fast.

“Jiyeon told me to come alone. I’ll be okay. I’ll call you, hyung. Go home to Hoseok, okay? Your boyfriend’s waiting for you. It’s near 9PM.”

Yoongi is conflicted and he seems to want to debate, protest but his words die before they ever leave his lips. He curls into himself, resignedly sighing.

“I’ll be waiting for your call.”

Jimin runs down to the elevators, slamming onto the ground button as he runs into his own car. He’s grateful that he had chosen to drive himself to work instead of asking for the driver, having the reigns over the speed as he breaks every limit and arrives to the outskirts where the Park’s mansion resides.

He barely greets the watchguards, running through the gates and fumbling with his keys as he enters the house. He’s greeted with eerie silence, not a single sound to be detected. The hallway is dark, the only light evident is the living room. Where Jimin suspects everyone is gathered.

Jimin inhales deeply, closing his eyes as he prepares himself mentally for a minute. Once he’s ready, though he doesn’t think he could ever fully feel ready, he walks over to the living room and slowly pushes the door open.

The sight he’s met with is devastating and still, it’s familiar.

Mr. Park stands in the middle of the room and his mother stands before him, red rimmed eyes but no tears detected on her face. Jiyeon stands behind them both, choking on her own sobs with bitterness palpable over her expression. Both of the women are piercing Mr. Park with their gazes.

Jimin watches carefully before he takes a step in, observing his surroundings.

“Eomma,” he greets, pausing. “What’s going on? Jiyeon?”

No one replies to him. The silence stretches on for a minute longer before the mother raises her hand and slaps Mr. Park across the face, the sound more startling than the act as Jimin’s eyes widen in surprise. He stands in astonishment, having to blink a few times to ensure he saw correctly.

Mr. Park looks up, outraged with a red handprint forming on his cheeks. “Who the fuck do you think you are, Areum?” He addresses the mother, spitting down on the floor.

“You’re a dirty lying, cheating pig!” She screams in return. “I want a divorce!”

Jimin’s insides deflate. Reality catches up to him, everything sinking into him as it all clicks into place. Mr. Park’s cheated… again. This is what the commotion is about and he can’t find a single hint of confusement settling into him. This was only bound to happen. He had warned his mother over and over to escape whilst she could and she hadn’t listened.

“You’re old and I need something new, that isn’t cheating. I still love you.”

The explanation of his father makes disgust crawl in the back of his throat, wanting to gag on the words and throw up. He can’t watch any longer. Not when Jiyeon breaks out into another loud sob and his father raises his hand, prepared to fight his mother back in return. Jimin’s rushing over, shoving his father hard on the chest.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jimin bellows, standing before him and his mother to shelter her. He pushes her back gently, putting more space between them. “Did you really fucking cheat again?”

“And so what if I did?” He counters back just as quickly, eyes flashing with danger as they narrow on Jimin. “Who are you to tell me what I can or can’t do?”

“You’re disgusting. I can’t believe you’re my father.”

“Shut up--”

“Who was it this time, huh? Underage?” Jimin keeps prompting, another wave of loathing washing over him at the thought of the last girl that fell victim to Mr. Park’s hands. “Got another girl pregnant? Is she only eighteen again?”

“I really don’t think a faggot has the space to speak.”

The words are full of intent, no pity behind them as Mr. Park all but spits in Jimin’s mouth.

Jimin feels shame delving into every organ in his body. He wants to shrivel up into a corner, disassociate his name with the Park family. He feels appalled and it’s all he can feel, taking over him.

“I wish you were dead.”

Mr. Park seems to take offence to those words because he raises a fist and before anyone can prevent the action, he’s punching Jimin square on the cheekbone. He jolts from the sudden force, not expecting the abuse coming so soon, so fast with no warning whatsoever. His father has never raised his hand on Jimin, never crossed that line and always kept his negligence within his words.

Jimin feels the pain shooting through him, making him see spots in his vision as he staggers backwards. His mother catches him gracefully, holding onto him tightly as he regains his balance.

He wipes away the specks of blood that explode from his face, spitting on the floor only to find remnants of blood there, too. As dizzy as he feels from the punch, he refuses to give Mr. Park the satisfaction.

“Fuck you!” He yells, feeling unhinged and spurred on by his growing anger. “Really. Fuck you. You fucking pathetic excuse of a shitty human being, I wish you were dead.”

Before Mr. Park can continue inflicting harm, his mother is grabbing ahold of him. She spins him around, facing Jimin. There’s nothing but resentment lingering in her features, seemingly angered but directed towards Jimin.

“Stop it!” She screams, her voice finally cracking as she cries. “You make everything worst, Jimin! Just fucking leave!”

Jimin falters as he watches his mother lose her mind towards him, instead of the cheating, lying husband. His throat dries up as he blinks a few times, the situation catching up to him. His chest aches and his own need to cry overwhelms, almost taking over as he threatens to expose his vulnerability right in front of him.

“Eomma…”

“Get out!”

She’s forcing him to leave, however. Jimin’s efforts, always dedicated towards keeping his mother safe, go unnoticed and unappreciated. He isn’t wanted here.

Jimin swallows as he withdraws himself quickly, wrapping an arm around his own body. He doesn’t want to cry. He’s not going to cry. He wipes under his dry eyes, taking a clear step back and another.

“I hope you know you deserve better,” Jimin says quietly to his mother. “Divorce him.”

And with that, he turns and he leaves before he can further destruct the situation anymore.

(Mood: Coldplay - Clocks)

At 10PM, Jeongguk gets a notification that Jimin’s in the building.

As far as he’s aware, they hadn’t planned meeting tonight. He’s dressed in his nightwear, prepared to go to bed. Jimin’s here, announced, and he can’t help the smug smile that takes over his lips. He gets up from where he sits, granting Jimin access up to the penthouse as he prepares himself a drink from his bar.

He grabs his silk dressing gown, throwing it over his body to seem more prepared. He sips from his crystal encrusted glass, swallowing down the bitter taste of the whiskey. Jeongguk can’t help the giddiness that envelopes him, his heart racing at the thought of seeing Jimin again. Of fucking him, nonetheless.

The knock comes a few minutes later, rapid and desperate on the door.

Jeongguk smirks as he places the glass down, pulling the gown tight over his torso as he goes to retrieve Jimin. He opens the door, his smile only growing upon the sight of Jimin standing before him.

“Eager, much?” He teases, voice laced with thrill. “Eager for my cock, Jimin?”

Jimin’s head is casted downwards, looking smaller than usual. His arm is wrapped around his body, trying to keep himself upright. He staggers a little, having to reach out to hold the door frame to prevent from falling. Jeongguk furrows his brows as he observes, something bitter settling in the pits of his stomach.

“Jimin?” He repeats, clearly confused. “Uh. Why are you here?”

If it’s not for sex, then what is it?

Jimin still refuses to look at him but there’s a sniffle, a sound Jimin’s obviously trying to hide. A moment passes before a sob breaks out of Jimin, his whole body moving with the force of his crying. Jeongguk feels his heart race climbing dramatically, his thoughts going into overdrive as the watches clearly.

Jimin’s quite literally breaking down at his doorstep.

It’s a situation he never thought he’d be met with. Jimin has always been headstrong, fierce and bold in every sense. He has never been reduced down to even a frown when he’s trying to keep up with pretence, able to gather himself together when it matters most.

But right now, Jimin’s crying. Unabashedly. Loudly.

“Jimin…” Jeongguk’s own voice is a whimper now, uncertain how to handle the situation he’s being faced with. “Jimin, what the fuck? What are you doing here?”

Jeongguk’s hand twitches where it rests by his side, wishing he had the courage to reach out and touch him. He’s not sure whether it’ll do any good right now, though. He’s out of his element, unfamiliar with the circumstances.

All he knows for certain is that hearing Jimin cry is hurting him, too.

“Look at me,” he demands, a touch more desperate now when Jimin doesn’t make a single move, doesn’t move an inch. “Jimin, look at me.”

Jimin finally looks up. The movement is slow and hesitant, their eyes meeting. Before Jeongguk can gauge what’s going on, the sight he’s met with pings him deeply.

Because Jimin’s sporting a bruise. It’s clearly fresh, still spotched and red but his cheekbones are swollen and it’s going to leave a mark, for sure. Fresh tear marks stain his cheeks, replaced with new waves of moisture as they stare at each other.

Jimin breaks out into another sob. This time, he falls forward into Jeongguk’s embrace and he catches Jimin. His arms circle around Jimin’s waist, holding onto him as the man curls into him and he cries.

“P-Please,” Jimin’s trying to say through his tears, voice raw and raspy. “I need… I need--”

“What do you need?”

Jeongguk’s inexperienced with emotional capability, unsure what to do. He keeps his arms wrapped around Jimin but he doesn’t tighten the hold, doesn’t relocate them from where they stand at the front door. All he knows, right now, is that his heart is aching. It tightens every few minutes when Jimin’s breath hitches, fresh tears smudging on Jeongguk’s dressing gown. Each time he hears another small sob, trying to be concealed but failing terrible, his chest heaves and it takes everything within him not to do the same.

“Fuck me, Jeongguk,” Jimin finally mutters. He pulls back, hands clutching onto the silk and tugging in anguish. His eyes are wide, feral and desperate. “I need you to fuck me, Guk. Please, please. I need - I need. Please.”

The words are scrambled and Jeongguk can barely make anything out, only able to understand snippets of Jimin’s rant. He understands enough.

“I can’t,” he declines. The thought of even using Jimin in this condition makes him feel sick, his stomach turning. “I can’t.”

“I need to forget,” Jimin pleads.

“Who hurt you?” He changes the subject, eyes unable to tear away from the forming bruise as much as it physically pains him. “Who did that to you?”

Jimin doesn’t reply, though. He doesn’t answer the only question that’s spinning in Jeongguk’s mind. He holds on tightly, eyes fluttering shut as he whimpers.

“Please.”

Jeongguk feels helpless.

He has no other option. He can’t turn Jimin away in his unstable condition, fearing for where the man will go and what will happen to him. As much as he has no idea what’s going on, the thought of letting Jimin go causes another wave of panic to settle into him and crushing down on his lungs. He can’t let Jimin walk away now.

But he also can’t fuck Jimin. Not like this.

“Fucking do it,” Jimin spits this time, withdrawing and taking a step back. He looks hopeless, eyes clouded with unreleased wetness. “You hate me, don’t you? Just use me. I need you to use me.”

Jeongguk doesn’t know what else he can do.

“Okay.”

He knows Jimin won’t answer any of his questions, won’t let him tend to the bruise and clean him up. Instead of wasting anymore time, he closes the penthouse door and he holds onto Jimin’s hand. Jimin immediately squeezes their conjoined fingers, releasing a breath as Jeongguk guides them through the house, into the bedroom.

He takes his time to undress Jimin this time. Usually, the act is rushed and there’s no time to waste. But he wants to take care of Jimin, in the only way he knows how. Through sex.

Jeongguk lays Jimin down, prying the button-down shirt off him and bracing himself. He opens Jimin up patiently, eyes fixed on the man as he does but Jimin refuses to make contact. When he thrusts into Jimin’s hole, it doesn’t feel the same. Even when Jimin’s as tight as a vice around him and Jimin throws his head back, a broken moan leaving his lips - it doesn’t feel right. Jeongguk closes his eyes, hoping it’ll help, as he starts to fuck right up to Jimin’s prostate.

The man writhes underneath him. It seems Jimin’s distracted for the time being, the only sounds leaving his lips are pleasurable.

Only when Jeongguk starts to feel his own anxiety fade, getting lost in the feel of Jimin does he hear the man start to cry again. He opens his eyes, finding Jimin’s head turned to the side and buried in the pillow. Tears leak down his face, hiccuping and weeping as he tries to hide himself.

“K-Keep going,” Jimin whispers, voice breaking on the last syllable.

Jeongguk could keep going but he’s no longer aroused, doesn’t feel the intense need for an orgasm. He pulls out slowly, blinking a few times and without thinking too hard, he settles down besides Jimin.

“C’mere.”

“What?”

Jeongguk takes control of the situation. He reaches out for Jimin’s hand, tugging him closer until their bodies are touching. He cradles the back of Jimin’s head, pulling him in until the man can nestle into his chest. Jeongguk takes it up a notch, entwining their legs and cuddling into him.

They’re cuddling.

Jimin seems to have frozen where he lays, eyes wide and his crying momentarily halted. He looks up to Jeongguk in disbelief, incredibility painted over each feature on his face.

“What are you doing?” Jimin mumbles, blinking a few times until the moisture evaporates.

“You’re crying,” Jeongguk replies simply as if it explains everything.

Jimin struggles in the embrace for a minute, looking uncomfortable and precarious. They’ve never cuddled before. After they have sex, they usually part ways. They’ve never breached the line between intimacy, never touched each other for longer than they have to. This is a step up from what they’re used to.

Jeongguk’s heart hammers erratically against his chest and no matter how unconventional this is, there’s an unexplainable, unidentifiable warmth that heaves through his body.

He finds himself wanting to hold Jimin until the pain subsides, until Jimin’s no longer breaking down right in front of him. It must have to be serious. It must have to be heartbreaking if someone as relentless, as stubborn and as clearly guarded as Jimin has let his walls down in front of him.

“Stop fighting me,” Jeongguk begs, his voice shrill. “Just… relax. Let me hold you.”

The words seem to take effect on Jimin. After another minute, his rigid body finally unwinds down. In the embrace, Jimin finally begins to find solace. He sniffles a few times, wiping his nose messily before he’s snuggling deeper into Jeongguk. He plants his head on Jeongguk’s chest, exhaling.

“You’re okay,” Jeongguk promises. “I got you. You’re okay.”

“It’s over,” Jimin whines pathetically, shaking his head furiously. “I’m over. This is all over. It’s over. I’m gonna kill him.”

Nothing makes sense.

Jeongguk has nothing to reference to, all of Jimin’s life is a big gap to him with little to no knowledge. He can’t join the dots, can’t form a bigger picture and understand what’s going on. He feels empty, doubtful about where he can start to make Jimin feel better. But for now, holding him feels like a start.

“You’re not over,” he uselessly supplies, not sure he’s even getting through to Jimin. He tightens his hold over the older man. His hand shakes when he reaches out, tangling in Jimin’s strands and discarding his fingers through. “No one’s gonna hurt you. Do you understand me? You’re going to be okay, I got you.”

Jimin stops crying after a little while, subsiding down to hiccups and little whimpers. Jeongguk keeps running his fingers through the man’s hair, hoping it’s having a calming effect on the man.

After twenty minutes, Jimin seems to have fallen asleep.

Still wrapped up in Jeongguk’s arms, buried deep in his chest with their limbs entwined under the covers - Jimin’s fast asleep. He’s breathing softly now, his chest heaving slowly in time with his features smoothed out. He looks to be at peace.

Jeongguk exhales. Jimin’s okay.

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(Mood: Justin Timberlake - LoveStoned/I Think She Knows)

When Jimin comes around in the morning, he finds the right side of his face is aching. The pain is the first thing he addresses. He groans as his head pounds, his cheek swollen and squashed against someone else’s chest. His eyes feel raw like hes been crying for hours on end, stinging as he blinks a few times.

His surroundings come to him as he glances around the bedroom, in a familiar place. When he looks down and finds Jeongguk sleeping cuddled into him, mouth hanging slightly open with his deep slumber - Jimin finds himself smiling.

He fell asleep in Jeongguk’s arms and woke up in them, too.

Jimin takes a minute to savour this minute, finding himself not wanting to move. His eyes scan over Jeongguk’s features, taking in every smoothed out detail. He feels urged to lean in, to kiss him on his cheek, his forehead… his lips.

“Why the fuck are you so beautiful?” Jimin whispers under his breath.

He detangles his body from Jeongguk’s, yawning as he covers his mouth and climbs out of the bed. He has never woken up with Jeongguk in his bedroom no matter how many years he’s known the other man. It’s a little alarming but he doesn’t register the panic, other things more concerning to him right now.

Like his broken family.

Jimin’s mother’s words replay in his mind, torturing him. She didn’t want him around, claimed he made the situation worse than better. He had only tried to help but he had faced the brunt of her anger instead, feeling inadequate and useless. He hasn’t been able to swallow the bitter taste of that feeling. It’s the same feeling he had gotten two years back when his father’s first cheating fiasco had been exposed to the family, being blamed instead.

He walks over to the full length mirror, leaning in close to observe his face. The bruise has fully formed by now, specks of purple with yellow around the edges, obvious on his face with no way of concealing it. He frowns as he prods at the injury, his fingers digging in deeper as he hisses.

There’s nothing he can do about it. Maybe, he’ll ask if Taehyung has any makeup.

Jimin makes himself a guest in the penthouse, wandering around the bedroom as he picks out a fresh change of clothes and chooses from Jeongguk’s selection of toiletries. He takes a long shower, standing under the spray of water for a while until the burn of yesterday is washed away. He takes his time as he blow dries his hair, changing into his new attire before he emerges back.

Jeongguk’s awake now, sitting upright and propped against his pillows as he scrolls through his iPhone. When he finds Jimin walking back in, towards him, he looks up and their eyes lock. His expression remains neutral, unreadable but the side of his lips twitching upward gives him away.

“Good morning,” Jeongguk greets first, voice husky from his sleep.

Jimin offers a shrug. “Morning.” He pauses. “Not gonna kick me out?”

Jeongguk seems to contemplate this before he’s pushing the covers off himself, standing off the bed and grabbing his dressing gown to throw on top. He walks purposely slow like he’s figuring out his next move, trying to keep a clear distance between the two of them. It’s unconventional, the setting they’ve found themselves in, and they’re both trying to adapt the best they can.

Before he wanders off, he shoots Jimin a look over his shoulder. “Do you want me to kick you out?”

“No.”

“Then, come eat breakfast.”

“Is your maid here?” Jimin asks fearfully.

“I texted her and made sure she stays away,” he explains, walking through the penthouse and into the kitchen. He barely spares Jimin a glance as he opens his cupboards, rummaging for ingredients.

“Oh.”

Jeongguk has clearly thought this through. He could have kicked Jimin out yesterday, he didn’t have to shelter him and keep holding him all night. Even just the thought of Jeongguk’s arms snuggled around him, pulling him close makes Jimin’s body warm up. He felt safe last night.

Despite the turmoil, Jeongguk made him feel safe.

Jeongguk doesn’t say anything else, concentrating on preparing breakfast. Jimin stands behind him idly, not wanting to admit he likes watching the man cook. Once Jeongguk’s finished, he gestures for Jimin to follow him as they walk from the kitchen, towards the balcony.

The view from the balcony is even more breathtaking in the morning. The sun is out in the cloudy sky, the gloom of the winter still weighing over the weather. The city of Seoul underneath is bustling, cars horning as the traffic lines up and the morning rush hour occurs. Jimin takes a moment to let his eyes scan over the view, feeling a sincere smile beginning to stretch over his lips.

“You sure it’s safe to have breakfast out here?” Jimin questions. “The last time we fucked, it was nighttime. This is broad daylight, anyone could see us.”

Jeongguk shrugs nonchalantly as he sets the food down on the table, slumping into the seat. “Who cares?”

“You.”

“It’s fine. We’re so high up, no one can see a thing.”

Jimin chooses to believe him because he doesn’t want to entertain the other option, focusing his attention on the food instead. For someone who’s hired a maid to do all his cooking for him, Jeongguk has done exceptionally well. The traditional breakfast is just how Jimin likes it and he starts to eat straight away, chewing thoughtfully.

“This is good,” Jimin praises after a minute.

Jeongguk decides against acknowledging the compliment, putting a serving of food in for himself.

They eat silently together. It should feel strange and whilst it does feel unfamiliar, it’s not a negative feeling. Every now and then, Jimin will sneak a glance to Jeongguk - unable to resist - and find his tentative smile inching higher every time.

Jeongguk looks unsure about what’s going on as well but he doesn’t voice a complaint, simply tearing apart his food and eating.

“Do you have a schedule today?” Jeongguk asks, not looking away from his plate.

Jimin startles at the random question, shaking his head. “No. Do you?”

“I’ve cancelled.”

“You cancelled your schedule for today?” He repeats with wide eyes, finding himself moving closer to Jeongguk. “Wait, why?”

Jeongguk heaves an exhale before he looks up, their eyes meeting. His pupils are dark, looking befuddled himself like he doesn’t quite understand his own actions. He keeps peering at Jimin, observing every part of his face before he speaks again.

“Because you’re gonna stay here today.”

“I’m, what?”

“I don’t want you to leave.” The words sound mechanical, almost forced but the earnestness behind Jeongguk’s act is notable. “I don’t know what happened, who did this but I know you’re not entirely safe so forgive me for not wanting you to be alone today.”

“So… you cancelled your schedule for me?” Jimin clarifies, still finding disbelief registering into his system. It’s hard to believe the man before him, the one he’s supposed to hate, has cancelled something as important as his work to cater for Jimin.

Jeongguk chuckles lowly as he pushes the food around on his plate, shrugging. “I guess you could say that.”

“For me? Your mortal enemy.”

“For you, Park Jimin, my mortal enemy. Yes, I cancelled my schedule.”

Jimin’s chest swells with the sudden hit of fondness, the sensation taking over every nerve in his body. He doesn’t want to come to terms with the fact that Jeongguk taking that step for him actually means a lot. His heart expands in size, causing him to take a deep breath and look away from the intensity of Jeongguk’s gaze.

Jimin doesn’t know how to respond. He keeps eating his breakfast slowly, purposely avoiding the man’s stare.

“Thank you… for caring, or whatever,” Jimin finally mumbles.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself,” Jeongguk shoots right back. “I’m gonna be busy regardless, doing everything I would have done at the office.”

Though he’s trying to play it off nonchalant, it’s obvious to the both of them that Jeongguk cares. He had cared last night when he allowed Jimin through the door. Even when their relationship is strictly on sexual basis, he had held Jimin through the tremors and the pain until it subsided and Jimin could fall asleep.

Even now, just thinking about it, causes Jimin’s skin to erupt into goosebumps. He clutches onto the warm, pleasant feeling he had received last night. He could get used to this feeling, as much as it terrifies him.

“Fair enough,” Jimin opts to act unbothered as well as he sips on his water. “You do you.”

They stay out on the balcony even long after they had finished their breakfast. Neither of them feel too compelled to go back inside, instead basking in the serenity of the moment, accepting the peace they’re finding between each other. The chilly air isn’t too harsh and Jimin finds himself enjoying it, humming a tune under his breath.

He can’t recall a single time where they had just sat together, with no strings attached, and savoured a quiet moment between them. It’s a delightful sentiment that they can tolerate each other when they’re not trying to tear their clothes off, bickering and annoying the other.

“Let’s go back inside,” Jeongguk suggests when time stretches on, standing up as he conceals  a yawn behind his fist. “I have work to do.”

Despite the fact that Jeongguk had requested Jimin to stay over, it becomes apparent that maybe it isn’t the wisest idea.

Jimin sits on the couch on his own, laid out across the seats as he flicks through the TV channels. He has an abundance of work to do, piling up at home on his own desk, but he’s seemingly ignoring it so he can entertain Jeongguk’s idea of being ‘safe’ in the confines of his penthouse. His phone keeps buzzing with messages, presumably from his sister, but he keeps ignoring them. He’s not in the mood to talk to any of his family.

Jeongguk, himself, is sitting in his office. Before he had dismissed himself, he had warned Jimin against disturbing him.

Whilst that makes sense, Jimin’s bored. Fed-up. He has nothing to do here.

He could very well leave and go back to his own apartment but he knows the blossoming bruise will only arise questions with his two friends and Yoongi. Jimin’s not prepared to explain the family feud that hasn’t dispersed for two whole years, the need for revenge and blood running deeper than what’s met with the eye.

It nears evening before Jeongguk emerges from the office. He looks disheveled, hair unkempt and eyes feral with stress as he drops the folder he’s holding onto the coffee table and slumping into the couch besides Jimin. It’s bizarre to see Jeongguk in a state of distress when he’s usually so composed, holding himself together carefully at the seams so nobody can peek into his vulnerable state.

Jimin eyes him carefully, right side of his lip twitching upwards. “What’s wrong, huh?”

“Nothing,” he declines immediately. “Just a lot of work.”

“So, go do it.”

“Gotta have dinner, don’t we?”

Jimin hums as he sits upright, giving the man more space, and pulling his knees to his chest. This day has been a waste, lounging on the couch of the man he’s supposed to hate all day. He could have conducted more productive tasks today, perhaps even tackled his workload.

Instead, he’s remained within the four walls of this penthouse in hopes he’ll have a minute or two with Jeongguk alone again.

What is this push and pull he feels towards Jeongguk? Whenever Jeongguk is around, Jimin feels his heartbeat begin to spike. He’s a man who has his priorities straight, doesn’t allow himself to get intimidated by anyone, come underneath anyone’s control and yet around Jeongguk, he can’t help wanting more. He can’t help coming back for more.

When they’re apart, he scowls upon the memory of Jeongguk. When they’re together, he wants nothing more than Jeongguk’s hands wandering over his body, fucking him, hearing the man moan for Jimin.

Jimin clears his throat, snapping out of his thoughts. “Oh, yeah.” He waits a beat. “Am I your pet? Keeping me around until you’re bored, tired and wanna eat?”

(Mood: Ed Sheeran - This)

“I’m keeping you around to keep you safe.”

“You don’t even know what you’re keeping me safe from. What if it’s nothing?”

Jeongguk turns his face to look at Jimin, narrowing his eyes upon the other man. At first, he doesn’t say anything. He allows his beam to do all the talking, orbs darting over Jimin’s face. He’s inspecting the man’s face, looking at his bruise before downwards towards Jimin’s plump lips.

A minute passes and they remain trapped in the moment. Jimin doesn’t try to move, finding himself unable to do so even if he tried. Jeongguk is in an internal debate with himself, the unease filtering into his features. He’s contemplating what to do, hands twitching where they rest on his side.

Then, ever so gently, he raises his hand. Jeongguk’s fingers reach out to graze Jimin’s bruise, the touch tender and barely there but enough for Jimin to feel the coldness that makes him shudder. He shuffles closer, wanting to feel more of Jeongguk.

Jeongguk still seems to be in a struggle, hand halted over Jimin’s face and he’s about to say something. He opens his mouth before his eyes widen, clamping shut again.

Jimin notices and he nods. “Say it,” he guides.

Jeongguk cups his cheeks, doubt filling his orbs like he can’t believe what he’s doing. He looks like he’s about to retract, withdraw his hand and bury the moment they’re sharing together but Jimin doesn’t allow him to. He recognises the fear in Jeongguk and he can resonate with it, relating it to his own push and pull.

Jimin leans into the touch. His eyes flutter shut under the warmth of his hand, engulfing his bruise and making him feel secure. All he can focus on is the way his breathing picks up, hammering against his chest and noticeable to both of them in the room.

“Say it,” Jimin says again, this time a hint of plead in his tone.

Jeongguk recognises it and he licks his lips, pausing. “You… you’re too beautiful to have a bruise like this.”

It’s not what he had expected, whatsoever. Jimin blinks a few times in surprise, his eyes starry and fondness filling into them. He pushes the rise of panic that threatens to overwhelm him, heaving a breath and focusing on the positive rather. The fact that Jeongguk has called him beautiful.

“You think I’m beautiful?”

“I’ve… I’ve told you that before.” Jeongguk’s face crinkles in confusion.

“Yeah, but…” Jimin breathes out the words, barely audible. “Only ever about sex, about my body. Never about me.”

“Oh.” Jeongguk shrugs. “Well. I said it.”

“You mean it?”

Jimin’s system is still flooded with disbelief, still repeating the word ‘beautiful’ over and over on a loop. He doesn’t remember the last time someone called him that. He has never dated other people, only slept with numerous guys he can count on one hand. They had never held him tenderly, had never complimented - much like Jeongguk doesn’t, as well.

Jimin has never needed reassurance, has never wanted validation from men who never amount to much in his life. But right now, he’s sure he can get used to Jeongguk calling him beautiful.

“I’d never lie to you, Jimin,” Jeongguk mumbles. “I may have done many wrong things, I may be a bad person but I’ll never lie to you.”

Jimin knows this and he believes it, too. He nods solemnly and in a moment of boldness, he grabs Jeongguk’s hand and envelopes with his own. He’s tempted to kiss Jeongguk’s knuckles, to initiate something more but he doesn’t dare take the risk. Instead, he squeezes their conjoined hands.

“You’re not a bad person.”

“But--”

“No but’s,” Jimin scolds. “You’re not. What have you ever done wrong? You’re a businessman and you see me on the side, that’s it. Pretty uneventful life, if I say so myself.”

Jeongguk glares at him but the ferocity of his feature melts and he bursts into laughter, taking his hand back so he can swat Jimin’s shoulder. Their hand holding doesn’t return but Jimin’s okay with that, not wanting to push a fine line.

“I’m more fun than that,” Jeongguk mumbles bitterly.

“Yeah, like what? What have you done in the past… I don’t know, two years, that hasn’t revolved around business?”

The question throws Jeongguk off completely. He looks flabbergasted, trying to think of an answer and ultimately failing.

“I don’t know.”

“I went Japan only recently,” Jimin says a moment later. “With Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi… we go travelling a lot.”

He almost regrets letting the information slip, knowing that there’s no possibility that Jeongguk would even be interested in knowing. Why would he be? After all, there’s barely anything solid that exists to their friendship and they hang by a thread to exist.

Yet, Jeongguk looks curious if anything. “Yeah?” He manages to quirk a half smile. “How do you manage to find the time?”

“My career path doesn’t lie with the business. You make time for what you believe in.”

“Oh.” Jeongguk is even more intrigued now, learning new parts of Jimin that he’s never exposed to anyone but his three friends. “So, you’re not planning to stay with Kia motors and your father?”

“Why should I tell you?” Jimin teases. “How can I be sure you won’t tell someone?”

“Tell who?” He snorts. “I think we’ve established I have no friends.”

It’s meant to conveyed in a light-hearted tone but Jimin feels the weight of his words, the anguish linked behind them. He know, and he’s seen first hand, Jeongguk’s misery that he’s suffered with right from the beginning in boarding school. Jeongguk had never blended in well with the people, his introverted personality preventing him from talking to people. Vice versa, people were intimidated by him and his superior status which hindered people approaching him.

All in all, Jeongguk has mostly been alone all his life.

“A-ah. That’s not true--”

“Seokjin hyung… he’s the only friend I’ve had, next to Namjoon hyung,” he says quietly, casting his gaze downwards and fiddling with his fingers as a means of distraction. “Jin hyung taught me the meaning of life.”

Jimin’s chest aches and he has to close his eyes for a moment, collecting himself before he can form a response. Jeongguk’s looking at him earnestly, apparently awaiting for a response as well.

“I’m glad you have him.” Jimin manages.

Jeongguk nods. “Well, tell me then. Are you not planning to?”

Jimin decides not to beat around the bush, shaking his head. “Nope. I have never wanted to be with Kia’s for the rest of my life and surely, that can’t be a surprise?”

The man shrugs. “I can’t say I’m taken away with surprise, no.”

“My future career… I don’t know,” Jimin whispers. It’s a topic that even disconcerts him, not wanting to linger on the thought of the future when he’ll inevitably cut ties with his family. “I don’t know… I just want everything.”

“You want everything?” Jeongguk repeats with a hint of amusement.

“Yeah, like… I don’t have a fixed plan. I don’t have a job in mind because I have enough money to survive comfortably till the end of my days. I just…” Jimin gets lost in thoughts, speaking without a filter. “I just want new experiences. I want to travel and see the world, I want to learn how to bake… I want to feel. Kia motors doesn’t allow me to feel and I just want to love something again.”

Jeongguk’s expression has transformed to one of tenderness, compassion filling his features and making him look softer than usual. Understanding pours through his doey eyes as he exhales, nodding his head.

“Japan was the start of your travelling?”

“Yeah. The first of many.”

“I hope you can achieve what you set out to do.” Jeongguk’s words are genuine and it’s felt by Jimin.

“Thank you.”

They don’t look away from each other, the contact in tact before Jeongguk starts to lean in. Jimin immediately panics, his chest inflating with consternation at the sudden change of events. Regardless of the negativity flooding him, taking over, he’s subconsciously closing the gap between them. They’re about to kiss and Jimin’s about to allow it to happen/

The moment is broken, however.

Jeongguk startles at his own self indulgent actions, settling back hastily. “Uh,” he stutters, flustered. “We… we better eat dinner.”

Jimin doesn’t feel disappointment. He feels… appeased.

“Sure, let’s eat dinner.”

Jeongguk doesn’t talk much for the rest of the evening. They order barbecue takeaway and sit together on the floor, eating quietly. They have TV playing in the background for some noise as they find their eyes meeting every now and then.

Each time Jeongguk’s gaze drifts up to him, Jimin’s stomach flutters and he finds himself diverting his attention.

“Are you going to tell me who did that to you, then?” Jeongguk finally asks when they’ve finished their food, their stomach full, as they rest their backs against the couch. He gestures to the bruise on Jimin’s cheekbones, still irritated by it.

“No,” Jimin simply replies. “It’s no big deal.”

He doesn’t want to expose his father just yet. Regardless of the forming relationship between them, Jimin still has to treat the other man with cautious. He doesn’t know whether he can fully trust Jeongguk, let down his guard completely. He’s afraid of being liable and only to be backstabbed later. He has to be wary and treat Jeongguk like so.

They’re still partners, after all. They’re bonded together with a contract and millions hanging over their head.

Jeongguk sighs insufferably and even when his lips twitch in dismay, he doesn’t protest. “Fair enough.”

Jimin half expects the man to demand sex before they depart ways. They’ve had a pleasant day with no strings attached, only consisting of the two of them and their presence. They’ve had conversation that guided them towards getting to know each other better. Jimin doesn’t want to tarnish the day with sex.

But it’s apparent that it isn’t even on Jeongguk’s radar.

He simply dismisses Jimin when the night is nearing. “Your Uber is coming,” he announces casually as he washes the dishes. He looks awfully domestic, his sleeves rolled up as he spreads the soap over the plate. “In ten minutes. You should prepare to leave.”

Jimin didn’t think he was staying the night so he doesn’t feel blunder, simply humming. He walks up to Jeongguk in the kitchen, lingering behind him for a moment. He feels compelled to say something, not wanting to leave without a word after the day they’ve spent together. Jimin hesitates, licking his lips and waiting before speaking.

“Thank you… for today, and everything,” he mutters, voice barely audible as he shuffles on his feet and sucks in a breath. “It really means a lot to me.”

Jeongguk freezes, slowly turning around to face him.

“Of course.”

They stand before each other before Jimin breaks out of the trance, nodding once more before he offers an idle wave. His cheeks flush at his own actions, taking a step back and towards the front door.

“See you soon, Jeongguk.”

There’s no reply from the other man. When Jimin gets into the Uber, he can’t help the grin that breaks out on his face. He rests his head against the window, having to conceal his own expression as he gets driven home.

“You need to look dashing for the party!” Taehyung declares, flicking through the clothes hanging on the rack.

Jimin rests on the plush leather seat, more invested in answering his unread emails rather than entertaining his friends. Taehyung is running through the Gucci store like he single handedly owns the place whereas Hoseok and Yoongi are quietly engaging between the other, sharing small kisses.

“Guys,” Jimin sighs, exasperated. “I don’t need any new clothes.”

His cheek still throbs from the remnants of pain still lingering in his system. The bruise is still prominent despite the cover-up Taehyung had attempted to carry on, dabbing endless layers of concealer and colour corrector. It still hadn’t managed to completely hide away his budding mark and every now and then, he’ll catch his friends looking over in his direction to make sure he’s okay.

The conference, followed by the after party, is only days away now. Jimin is mentally counting down, waiting for the day that will change his whole life and the company. Once their plan is exposed and ready to be anticipated by the world, it will never be the same. The preparations are in full swing now, the caterers booked and the decorations order. They’re working harder than before but Jimin’s friends still make sure he’s qualifying for best dressed at the party.

“Nonsense,” Hoseok tuts, holding up a blazer he picked out and looking over to Taehyung and Yoongi. “What do you two think?”

“Whatever,” Yoongi mumbles.

“More sparkly!” Taehyung objects.

Jimin groans inwardly, watching Taehyung as he grabs the blazer and goes off looking for more in the store. Hoseok watches him go before diverting his attention back to his boyfriend, holding his hand and intertwining their fingers. The small sentimental acts they keep sharing is pining Jimin, making him both yearn and feel disgusted by it.

It’s only minutes later before Taehyung’s approaching him once again, holding up another suit. Taehyung’s eyes are wide, shimmering with delight.

“This is it!” He squeals, grabbing ahold of his forearm and lifting him. “This is the one! Go change, now! Go!”

Jimin knows, no matter how much he protests, he won’t be able to go against Taehyung’s orders. The man knows more than him about fashion, anyway. He looks at the blazer, inspecting the material. He must admit, it’s a dazzling piece. It’s the kind of statement pieces that attracts everyone’s attention, whether they want to be enamored by it or not.

The blazer is completely embellished in sequins, dark brown with a hint of silver shining through. The collar, in contrast to the ornate piece, is matte black and seamlessly goes well together. The button-down top is ruffled and up to Jimin’s neck,followed with some tight black slacks.

“I don’t know,” Jimin murmurs as he runs his fingers down the blazer, feeling the sequins under his tip. “It’s unnecessarily showy.”

“Unnecessary, my ass!” Hoseok interrupts, shoving the boy towards the dressing room. “Stop being a diva and go try it on.”

Jimin scowls at his friends before sighing, forcing himself into the dressing room. He quietly undresses himself, feeling the material of his new clothes. When he changes, he stands and faces himself in the mirror. He has to admit, he looks good.

The blazer fits Jimin well. It’s smug against his torso, showing off is curves. His thighs look remarkable in the trousers, tight enough to show off how toned and firm he is but still pass as acceptable at the business party. Jimin hums in acceptance, twirling around to see how his ass looks.

It looks… good. His perky ass is really defined in the slacks, concealed half-way because of the blazer but enough to tease the clients at the party with. He swallows as his hands move over his body, feeling himself over and finding himself falling more in love with the attire the longer he reviews.

Before he can change his mind, he grabs his phone and begins to snap a few pictures of his outfit. They’re ordinary, harmless pictures but he still feels a shot of thrill pass through his spine as he sends them off to Jeongguk.

‘Like my ass in this? My attire for the party. X’

Jimin never sends Jeongguk’s any pictures of himself. Their relationship has strictly been between them, face-to-face. Any links besides that has been limited to texts about whether or not they’re seeing each other or not for a specific night. He has never sent full body pictures, not even a single nude.

Jimin feels confident, nonetheless. The apparel he’s wearing only gives him the boost he needs, surveying his frame and finding a smile tugging on his lips.

He gets a response barely minutes later.

‘Beautiful. Show me more.’

Jimin’s stomach swoops as he reads the message over and over, his brain fixated on the compliment. He almost despises how much he likes to be called beautiful, how the simple praise from Jeongguk manages to make him feel high with europhia.

This time, Jimin takes the pictures up a notch. He decides to recording himself instead. It starts off innocent as Jimin observes himself in the mirror, craning his neck as he exposes his body and looks over his outfit. He smirks in the mirror, at the camera, before he starts to take his blazer off, unbuttoning his top. He lifts the button-down, revealing his tanned, smooth stomach.

He keeps going until he’s halfway taking his slacks off, twisting his torso to give a hint of his ass before he abruptly stops recording and sends it off.

Jeongguk’s reply is instant and it makes his head spin, clutching onto his phone tightly.

‘Tonight. Wanna appreciate that body.’

‘Tonight.’ Jimin replies without a second thought, warmth spreading through his bones and enlightening him as he approaches his friends out with a big smile.

Taehyung looks at him skeptically, wrapping an arm around his waist. “You okay, buddy?” He asks, a little hint of worry imploring in his voice.

Jimin looks up to him with a reassuring nod. “More than okay. I’m brilliant,” he promises. “Let’s go and buy this damn suit.”

(Mood: Rixton - We All Want The Same Thing)

Jeongguk sits on the couch, waiting for Jimin’s arrival. He hates to admit that he has been watching Jimin’s video on a loop for a while now, hooked on the man’s exquisite body and unable to focus on anything else.

His fingers tingle with the need to touch over Jimin’s body, feel over every inch of his skin and praise him for all his worth. Jimin deserves that much, at the least. Jeongguk knows this and he also knows he can’t deliver that properly but he still wants to try. He wants to fuck Jimin how he deserve to be, thoroughly and properly. He wants Jimin.

There’s a knock on the door and Jeongguk jolts, swallowing as he stands up from the couch. He had last seen Jimin only two days ago when the man had stayed over and he’s, already, missing Jimin’s presence in the penthouse.

There’s something undeniable about Jimin’s personality. He shines out amongst everyone else, with his sarcastic humour and his snide comments - he’s alluring in every sense. He’s dynamic, causing everyone to fall head over heels for the man.

When he opens the door to reveal Jimin, he finds a smile growing on his face.

“Hey…” he mumbles, foolishly before he forces his smile to straighten out.

Jimin nods, grinning. “Gonna invite me in or not?”

“Of course.”

Jeongguk widens the door, allowing him through. Jimin walks through like he knows the power he holds, walking with stride and confidence as he glances around. He, then, looks back at Jeongguk and tilts a brow.

“Been thinking about you all day, since the video.”

“Yeah?” Jeongguk takes it as invitation to start their foreplay. Less talking, more action. He walks over to him hastily, grabbing the front of his shirt. “What have you been thinking about, Jimin?”

Jimin tilts his neck back, exposing his skin to him. Jeongguk pauses, licking his lips as he watches the man’s Adam’s apple bop. Without contemplating about it, and backing down, he leans up and starts to lick over the skin. Jimin gasps softly, hand reaching out to tangle in Jeongguk’s hair and tugging.

“U-uh,” he sputters, faltering for a minute as his eyes flutter shut. “About your fingers… inside me… opening me up, fuck.”

“You like that, baby?” He mumbles. “Like my fingers?”

“So much.”

Jeongguk hums as he presses a kiss over Jimin’s neck, sucking on the skin lightly, making sure not to leave any marks. As much as he’d like to. He’d love to litter Jimin’s neck with bruises, reminders of where he’s been and where no one else can be. He listens to Jimin’s breathing hitching, encouraging him to continue.

“I’ll open you up nice and good now,” he promises, planting one last kiss before withdrawing. “Get four fingers deep, make you feel the stretch.”

Jimin whines, nodding. “Please.”

Jeongguk pulls back all the way, taking a moment to appreciate Jimin. The man is gorgeous. It’s undeniable. Even now, looking effortless - he’s flawless and there’s nothing more that Jeongguk wants than to bury himself into Jimin. Without thinking, he reaches for Jimin’s hand and intertwines their fingers as he leads them to the bedroom.

Jimin’s breathing grows harder but he follows without a word, obliging as Jeongguk closes the door behind him.

Instead of ripping the clothes off the man, of being hasty and not slowing down for a minute - Jeongguk changes up the tempo. He pushes Jimin onto the bed with a light shove, watching the man fall back with a soft gasp. He climbs into Jimin’s lap, his hands shaking a little with his bold movements as he clutches onto the man’s shoulders.

Jimin’s eyes widen, his own coming to settle on Jeongguk’s waist. “What are you doing?” He breathes out.

“Shut up. Just take it.”

Jimin gulps audibly but he doesn’t voice any protests, eyes fluttering shut. Jeongguk peers closer, continuing his task from before as he kisses over Jimin’s neck. He pushes the man so his back hits the bed, straddling his hips. He tests out new waters as he ever so slowly starts to grind his hips against Jimin’s.

It’s unusual for them to do this. They usually cut straight to the chase, ripping the clothes off their bodies and skipping past most of the foreplay.

Jimin seems equally taken aback, wide eyes blinking up to him owlishly. He clamps his mouth shut though, biting down on his lip as he starts to move his hips back. The friction is delicious, making Jeongguk tilt his head back as a small whimper leaves his lips.

Jimin’s digging his fingers into his waist. “G-Guk… need... need more.”

He shuffles them upwards in bed, still straddling him as he grabs the lube from the bedside table.

“I got you,” he promises.

Jimin regards him intently for a minute, eyes searching his before he nods earnestly. He turns his head, hiding in the pillow for a minute whilst his other hand comes to rest on Jeongguk’s waist once again. Jeongguk moves downwards, parting Jimin’s legs apart and settling in between them.

He takes his time, as he had promised. He uses a liberal amount of lube, inserting one finger and gently fingering him open. Jimin takes it with stride, mewling as he clutches onto Jeongguk tightly. It’s sure to leave bruises and Jeongguk welcomes it, wants nothing more than a visual reminder of tonight.

When Jeongguk’s three fingers deep, scissoring him open and prodding against his prostate relentlessly, Jimin gasps.

“Another finger, please. Please, Guk.”

He almost hesitates. He has never gone four fingers deep and he doesn’t want to hurt Jimin but he waits a beat before inserting his pinky finger alongside. Jimin’s mouth goes slack, eyes squeezing shut as he starts to roll his hips downwards and fucking himself down on the fingers. Jeongguk watches in wonderment, nodding his head.

“That’s it, my pretty slut,” he murmurs, nibbling on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood from the sight. “That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on my fingers.”

Jimin moves incessantly, releasing soft sounds and holding onto Jeongguk tightly as if he’s searching for purchase. He reaches out, intertwining Jimin’s finger and pining his hand down as he withdraws his other hand.

“I’m going in. You ready?” He asks.

Jimin doesn’t open his eyes, only humming. “Yes, please.”

He’s so obedient, so willing. He’s always trusting of what Jeongguk has to offer, never second guessing or doubting that Jeongguk will take care of him. For some reason, today of all days, that acknowledgement makes his chest inflate with penchant. He doesn’t want to fuck Jimin into oblivion right now. He wants to take care of him, make him feel every inch and only want Jimin to beg for more.

Jeongguk keeps their hands wrapped up together, pinned against the mattress as he pushes into Jimin in one swift motion.

Jimin scrambles in struggle at the sudden intrusion, whimpering. “Guk.”

He hardly uses the nickname, always enforcing frigid formalities between then. But whenever he’s losing his mind due to the velocity of the sex, whenever he slips - the nickname Guk comes out naturally. Jeongguk likes hearing it from Jimin’s lips, the way it sounds and he can’t help how he starts to move his hips.

Instead of going mercilessly, Jeongguk thrusts into him in slow but deep strokes. Each push in presses right up against Jimin’s prostate. The pressure must be incredible with the way Jimin keeps moving his hips in time, trying to meet back with the movements.

“You take me so well, Jimin,” Jeongguk murmurs in praise, burying his head into the man’s neck and breathing harshly against his smooth skin.

He’s never had Jimin facing him whilst they have sex. He’s never had the privilege to observe Jimin’s facial expression and he deeply regrets the countless years they’ve been doing this. Because right now, he can’t imagine looking anywhere else.

Jimin is breathtakingly beautiful even when he’s taking a cock up his ass. His mouth hangs open, his eyes shut and his features scrunched up together but only in apparent pleasure. The way he whispers under his breath when he wants more rings bells in Jeongguk’s ears, and the way he moans makes his lower stomach clench with nothing less than lust, and want, and want.

“I’m gonna try something, okay?” Jeongguk asks him.

Jimin doesn’t look at him, only nodding blindly. “Okay.”

“No, Jimin,” he sighs and stops his movement altogether. “Look at me.”

Jimin blinks up to him, eyes brimming with emotion. “Yeah?”

“I’m gonna try something. If you want me to stop, if it’s too much - tell me straight away, okay? You tell me to stop and I will.”

He looks curious now but he doesn’t ask any questions, awaiting the moment. “Okay.”

Jeongguk brings his still slicked up index finger to Jimin’s hole, already stretched out around the cock and gently presses it in alongside. The stretch must be noticeable to Jimin immediately because he’s letting out a low groan and rolling his hips down. He waits for the man to adjust before inserting the second.

“Fuck, Guk.” He sounds wrecked, voice broken. “Stop with this soft shit and fuck me.”

The illusion is broken and Jeongguk’s overcome with a deep fervor, desire washing over him and the intense need to claim Jimin as his own. He doesn’t want any other man getting close to him like this, taking him and spreading him out, stretching him open like this. He wants to be the only one. He wants Jimin.

Without wasting another minute, Jeongguk starts to fuck Jimin like he usually does.

He thrusts back into Jimin and doesn’t let up, pounding into him as he moves his fingers in time. It’s a little difficult with the angle and the tightness around his cock but he feels the way Jimin’s still clenching around it all and it causes his throat to go thick.

“Yes, yes,” Jimin’s crying out. “Just like that, baby. Fuck me just like that.”

His words spur Jeongguk on further and he closes his eyes, lost in chasing his own orgasm as he releases his fingers. With only his dick inside, he can focus better. Jeongguk grips Jimin’s waist, hard enough to leave little marks as he moves the man’s body down and fucks up into him.

Jimin is rendered speechless, unable to even make sounds as he tries to hold onto something. Jeongguk pities him, reaching out to intertwine their fingers together and resting on Jimin’s stomach but not once slowing down.

The momentum makes Jimin’s eyes tear up, the moisture leaking over the edge as he whispers. “G-Guk.”

Jimin comes first, untouched. The stimulation seems to prove to be too much, his hips stuttering as his cock twitches and releases the thick substance all over himself. Seeing Jimin lost in his own pleasure pushes Jeongguk over the edge.

He bottoms out all the way, up against Jimin’s prostate as he comes inside the man.

When he pulls out, he watches how Jimin clenches so he can keep the come inside of him. He spanks the man’s inner thigh harshly, eyes widening when Jimin lets go and the come pours out of him.

“Obscene,” he mumbles under his breath, grabbing a wet wipe and gently cleaning Jimin up. “Are you okay?”

Jimin still seems to be recovering, humming. “Yeah, shit. You really took a lot out of me today.”

It thrills him to hear as he grins. “Thanks. I know I’m the best.”

The man rolls his eyes, swatting his shoulder and pushing him off. Jeongguk obeys as he gets out of bed, discarding of the tissue and washing his hands before returning. Jimin’s still resting in the same position, laying down and all fucked out. The come is beginning to dry on his stomach and he takes advantage of the occasion.

He settles between Jimin’s thigh, a glint in his eyes as they make contact before he leans down and starts to lick up the come.

Jimin looks flabbergasted, hands reaching out to tangle in his hair again. “F-Fuck, Guk.”

The taste is bitter and he tries not to wince as he swallows, smiling up to him before requesting softly. “Wanna shower together?”

The surprise continues to filter through Jimin’s face. “Uh. Okay.”

They walk into the bathroom as Jeongguk starts up the water, making sure the temperature is pleasant before pulling the man in with him. Jimin gasps a little and stands under the spray, looking hesitantly at Jeongguk. He seems a little out of place, shifting on his feet.

“Relax,” Jeongguk laughs. “It’s just a shower, Jimin.”

“I know, I know. Just--”

“Let me wash you,” he demands instead, reaching for the soap.

Jimin slumps a little, his shoulders untensing as he gives into the moment. “Okay.”

Once he’s more comfortable, Jeongguk gets to work. He lathers up the soap, spreading it luxuriously across Jimin’s body. He feels over every inch of his skin, his firm muscles - the same body he works hard for. He crouches down, reaching between Jimin’s legs before coaxing him under the spray of water and letting him wash off.

(Mood: Boyce Avenue - Locked Out Of Heaven)

They end up fucking again. Jimin’s pressed up against the shower wall as Jeongguk takes him from behind, hands pinned up next to head. The thrusts are considerably gentle this time, not wanting to hurt him from the previous fuck only mere minutes ago. They come together, having to wash each other off again before emerging from the shower.

Jimin wears one of his dressing gown and Jeongguk hates to admit that he wears it better.

“What now? I can’t leave with my hair wet.” Jimin groans.

“Who said you’re leaving just yet?”

“You’re not kicking me out?”

“Calm down. I will, eventually. Just relax, Jimin.”

Jeongguk isn’t sure where his newfound softness is coming from and why he can’t help but continuously show it. Even if the change isn’t huge, it’s significant. The shift in their dynamics is noticeable. It should terrify him. Perhaps, it does.

There’s a bad gut feeling, dwelling right in the pits of his stomach. If Jeongguk thinks longer than a few minutes, it festers and grows and he can only play worse case scenarios. Everything doesn’t add up. He knows, logically, what he and Jimin share is not allowed and he’s only going to end up having to cut ties off anyway.

Jimin may be more vocally against his father and his company but the sentiment isn’t the same for Jeongguk. Whilst he despises everything Mr. Jeon stands for, he can’t find the courage within him to quit. To let go.

Jimin goes into the living room, falling into the couch and bringing his knees up to his chest.

“I’m still, like… shaking,” he laughs. “Look at my legs.”

Jeongguk eyes his quivering thighs, lips curling downwards. “Sorry.”

“Nah. It’s all good. I liked it. You always fuck me good,” Jimin says dreamily, throwing his head back with a blissed smile.

Jeongguk sits down besides him, watching him for a minute. His hand comes out to rest on his thighs, squeezing as if it’ll be enough to placate enough.

“Sorry,” he says again, uselessly.

Jimin rolls his eyes and decides against retorting to that, waiting a beat before he speaks. “Do you remember the last time we fucked in the shower? Back in boarding school?”

“What is it with you and bringing up boarding school again and again?”

Jimin giggles. “Fond memories.”

“Of me and you?”

He hesitates. “Of everything.”

“You really liked boarding school, huh?”

Jimin shrugs and for a minute, he seems contemplative and deep in thought. He shuffles closer, pulling the dressing gown over his body to secure himself further. Almost like he knows he’s about to show a vulnerable side.

“Of course,” he says carefully. “It was when everything was good, when everything made sense.”

Jeongguk wants to pry deeper. He wants to know intimate details, he wants to understand everything he can. But he doesn’t want to come across overbearing. He doesn’t want to take more than he can afford to do so.

“When we fucked at your house…” he decides on saying instead, his heart race beginning to pick up at the mere thought. He holds his breath, watching how Jimin’s head turns to him in interest. “Uh… I saw something.”

“Oh?”

“A picture. Of me and you.”

Jimin raises a brow before understanding washes over him, his eyes wide. “Oh.”

“You--”

“Please, don’t think it’s weird.”

“No, no!” Jeongguk immediately cuts in, finding his hand settling on his thigh again but this time, to appease him. “I don’t. Well, it was jarring, yes but… I’m more curious as to why I’m there with you and your friends. You love them and I’m just… I’m me.”

Jimin’s brows knit together in confusion. “You’re you, yes.”

“Exactly so why am I there… with your friends?”

“Because.” He pauses, looking uncertain as if he almost doesn’t want to say anything. His eyes are a little fearful now, pleading with his pupils. “Please don’t think it’s weird,” he requests again.

Jeongguk squeezes his thigh. “Shut the fuck up. Just speak.”

“Because you’re a part of my life, Jeongguk. Whether or not that’s difficult for me and you, despite the fact that you’re a pain in the ass and tilt my world off its axis with your fucking annoying ass. You’re still… you, like you said and you’ve been a big part of my life right from the beginning.”

Jeongguk has to blink a few times, feeling distrust in Jimin’s words as he tries to process them. They seem to make no sense to him. He has never treated Jimin like he should, he has used and taken, never giving back. He has never given Jimin any reason to stay.

“Why do you want me as part of your life, though?”

Jimin pauses. “You fuck me good, that’s why.”

There’s a moment of silence before Jimin bursts into laughter, the seriousness in the atmosphere evaporating. Instead, Jeongguk’s enamoured by his laugh. His chest fills with fondness, his eyes crinkling as he laughs back.

“Oh, fuck off,” he murmurs, swatting his thigh before removing his hand. “You can show yourself out, loser.”

“So, I can’t stay?”

“No.”

Jimin giggles and he doesn’t seem offended by this, only nodding as he gets up from the couch. He discards of the dressing gown right there, in the living room as he walks back to the  bedroom in all his glory, naked. Jeongguk licks his lips, diverting his gaze elsewhere before he resists the urge to run after him and fuck him all over again. Twice is enough.

Jimin comes back a minute later, fully dressed now. “Well, thanks for another good time.”

“I’ll see you at the conference?”

Jimin goes into the kitchen, only to return with a bottle of orange juice that he selected without permission. He shamelessly uncaps the bottle, taking a sip as he licks his lips.

“The conference, yes.”

Jeongguk calls an Uber for him and waits until the car has driven off from the tracking on his phone. He stays awake despite his growing slumber, waits until the ride has ended and it shows that Jimin’s back in the safety of his apartment before he retreats to his bedroom.

As he falls asleep, he thinks of Jimin’s lips and how it’d feel to kiss them. He finds himself sleeping peacefully.

Chapter Text

Jeongguk notices how Jimin’s trying to hide his bruise.

They’re gathering for the conference, the most important and significant announcement they’ll be presenting to the world. The two businesses, rivals in every aspect yet partners, coming together to shake the world with their capability and their power. Associates, reporters, avid shareholders all sit in rows, staring up at the front in anticipation.

Jeongguk has a speech planned. He’s going to be leading the whole conference, talking through the plan with his prepared presentation. Mr. Jeon, for once, is taking a back seat and allowing his son to take over.

He had patted Jeongguk’s shoulder in the morning, nodding and insisting it’s time he starts to display more influence amongst the industry.

Mr. Jeon wants everyone to have Jeongguk’s name on the tip of their tongues, to be constantly in a state of awe because of the man. Of how young he is and yet, so talented and so dedicated. He wants everyone to worship the ground Jeongguk walks on, to glorify him and treat him like a God - much like they do with Mr. Jeon himself.

The palm of Jeongguk’s hand are sweaty, the paper threatening to slip right through. It’s creased and the words are jumbled, written in a last minute panic with little to no time to effectively pull off the conference. He stands off on the side, near the stage where he’ll take centre and address the crowd.

Jimin’s sitting on the first row in the room.

Even in a room full of imperative figures, Jeongguk finds himself seeking out the older man more often than he cares to admit. Jimin is dressed exceptionally well - which is no surprise, after all - and the makeup is plastered to his skin excessively. It’s obvious he has gone the extra mile to conceal his bruise but it still shines through behind the layers of foundation, shade too light.

Mr. Park is besides him. Both father and son are sitting rigidly, not sparing each other a glance. Jeongguk notices how Jimin’s attempting to inch away from him, shrinking in his     seat and making himself appear smaller before his father.  

Mr Jeon clasps a hand on the nape of his neck, squeezing. “Son, how are you feeling?”

Underneath the intimidating light and the crowd, Jeongguk feels inadequate. He has never  really wanted the business aspect of his life but he’s never complained otherwise, always falling pliant under his father’s authority. Even now, he straightens his back instinctively and

“I’m good, father. I have this.”

He hums. “You’ll attend the after party.”

“Of course.”

The after party is followed up after the conference, giving a three hour gap before the drinks are passed around and celebrations are in order. Jeongguk gulps as he fiddles with the collar of his Gucci button-down, wiping the beads of sweat off his forehead. Under no circumstances must he seem inferior, afraid or weak. He has to portray himself as Mr. Jeon aspires him to be.

“I hope you know, I’ll be waiting to meet your girlfriend, too.”

Jeongguk freezes at his father’s words, eyes widening as he looks over his shoulder.

“What?”

“Your girlfriend?” Mr. Jeon repeats, arching a precise brow at his son. “The one you told me you were beginning to see, the reason of your distraction? I’m waiting to meet her and I hope she will make an appearance at the after party. She must. She’s important to the Jeon family and people must know of her.”

Dread filters into Jeongguk’s system, invading his veins and filling them with dismay. There is no girl. It’s an illusion to appease his father, to get him off Jeongguk’s case but the same lie is coming to back for blood.

“O-oh, father. I don’t think she’ll--”

“No excuses.”

With that, Mr. Jeon is stepping back and the lights dim in the room. The projector whirs to life, Jeongguk’s measly prepared presentation enlightening on the wall. This is his time. He saves one last glance in Jimin’s direction and finds the man staring right back at him.

Jimin’s expression is aloof, a void of the man he usually is with his features completely smoothed out. There’s not a single hint of emotion running through his face. But when their eyes meet, the right side of Jimin’s lips twitch upwards and he offers a discrete, barely there nod.

Nonetheless, it’s there. He’s giving his quiet support.

It gives Jeongguk all the strength he needs, collecting his spiralling thoughts and composing himself. He takes a deep breath before he climbs up the three steps, onto the podium of the makeshift stage and facing out across the people sitting around the room. From here, he can see the crowd better.

Unsurprisingly, there is a lot of people. A lot more than Jeongguk had imagined would care about Hyundai and Kia motors.

The two companies are under fire, even more significantly so right now, because of the long line of rivalry that has run for generations. This is the time they’re pairing up in public to announce a plan. One that they’ve talked about and managed to accumulate the right amount of publicity for.

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen,” Jeongguk mumbles. “And everyone else. Welcome to the new car model: the i20.”

Once Jeongguk starts to speak, the words come to him effortlessly. He had never imagined he had a knack for public speaking, always standing in the shadow of his father and allowing the man take the lead. But for the first time, he’s in the spotlight and he’s thriving.

The reporters are taking notes, taking pictures and the associates are enthralled with the idea.

The i20 car model combines the best features of both of companies, bringing them together in the best motor vehicle either of them have released. Jeongguk even feels a shimmer of pride that crosses through him when he shows off the unofficial pictures of the vehicle thus far, how it’s planning to look at the end of the production.

Most of all, though, Jeongguk’s thrilled to bring Jimin’s accomplishments to light.

“Park Jimin, from Kia’s motors, has contributed massively to this model,” he speaks confidently, locking eyes with Jimin across the room. The reporters murmur mutely, more flashes erupting in the room as Jeongguk powers through. Jimin’s looking at him in a daze, eyes wide. “He has produced not one but two successful, ground-breaking ideas for the i20 which is sure to be a winner amongst many of the customers and clients. I am sure you’ll be as pleased as we all are.”

Jimin looks completely taken away by surprise and he doesn't miss how Mr. Park’s eyes narrow on his son, looking at him suspiciously. Jeongguk swallows the wave of apprehension the small act gives him, powering through the speech.

“Anticipate the i20,” Jeongguk begins to conclude when he’s spoken for the better half of twenty minutes, running through each and every detail with pictures included. He itches for a glass of water and perhaps, a hug from Seokjin who’s standing in the far back and silently rooting for him. “It will be on the market within a month and we are expecting higher numbers than ever this time around. Thank you for your time. If you have any questions, I will be willing to take them now.”

The crowd applaud him for his effort before shots of hands go up in the air, eager reporters wanting to implore more information. He answers each and every question patiently, to the best of his ability. He ends up talking for another fifteen minutes before the conference is finally, finally dismissed.

But Jeongguk can’t feel anything. He can’t feel self-respect for himself, satisfied or honored. He can’t feel anything because rather, the reality of the impending situation sinking into the pits of his stomach and filling him with panic.

Jimin seems to be waiting for him. Even as everyone filters out, he’s standing by the door and looking at Jeongguk expectedly.

He can’t be with Jimin right now, though. He has to sort out an escort or something for the party tonight and he has to find Seokjin, or Namjoon, right now to sort it out before he runs out of time. Can he even hire an escort last minute? He isn’t sure but the thoughts are tormenting him now that he’s finally able to focus on it.

He walks towards the door and he’s prepared to walk right past him but Jimin’s hand shoots out, halting him.

“Hey…” he says with a tilt of his brow, now looking hesitant. “Uh, slow down. Can we talk? I just wanted to congratulate you.”

Jeongguk wants nothing more. He doesn’t want to handle side businesses like escorts and figuring out how to satisfy his father for his sick, twisted desires. The man just wants a new woman he can prey off, make money off for the business. All Mr. Jeon has been obsessed with is money, even in his dirty, illegal scheming ways.

Jeongguk quickly glances around the now nearly empty room, swatting his hand off.

“What are you doing?” Jeongguk hisses.

“Sorry.” Jimin withdraws his hand like it burns, looking uncertain now. “But--”

“Jimin, not now.” Is all he manages to grit out, pushing past the man in a frenzy and running off in the other direction to find Seokjin. He doesn’t dare turn around to see Jimin’s expression one last time.

Not right now.

Seokjin is heaven sent.

“Calm down, Guk,” he guides with a firm hold over Jeongguk’s hand, nodding. “I’ll sort it out, I promise.”

“I fucking hate him, hyung,” Jeongguk whines.

He despises how he sounds right now. He hates how he had to chase down his hyung only to ask of him to hire a woman he can take advantage of. He knows, logically, some of these women are working by their own accord and are not helpless. But it feels wrong to him. He has no other choice, though.

“Don’t worry.” Seokjin is a constant, reassuring presence. He squeezes the man’s hand, taking another shaky drag of his cigarette. It’s clear that he’s also nervous if their plans falls through and Jeongguk’s lie is exposed - it’ll only mean disaster. “Hyung is going to handle it. You trust me, don’t you?”

Jeongguk leans against the wall. They’re outside the Hyundai building, the conference having only concluded an hour or so ago. Since then, he and Seokjin have been figuring out a game plan.

Namjoon approaches them minutes later. They had both called him and told him the situation, causing the man to drop everything and come aid them.

“Guk!” Namjoon calls, walking up to him and without another word, he pulls the man into a tight hug. Jeongguk sinks into the embrace, warmth spreading through his stiff bones as he sighs. “You must know how proud I am of you first, okay?”

“Proud of what?” He asks, words muffled in the man’s shoulder.

“Of the conference, of you. Okay? We can sort everything else out with time and patience. I promise.”

“Father will kill me if he knows I was lying, if I don’t have a girl--”

Seokjin cuts in, tutting. “We’ll sort it.”

Jeongguk sighs once again, burying his head into Namjoon for a minute longer. He soaks in the physical contact, trying to calm his thoughts. He imagines Jimin standing besides him, also embracing him. The thought of the man puts him to ease more than he cares to admit. Once he has pulled himself together, he withdraws.

“Okay. Let’s do this.”

The party is really extravagant, one of a kind. Mr. Jeon has exerted most of his income to throw off one of the most important parties of their careers, and lives, so far. The place is decked out in grandiose decorations, covered with expenses from the ceiling to the floor.

The hall they’ve hired out follows a simple, yet elegant theme. There are fairy lights draping across the ceiling to balance out the low light of the party, silk sheets hanging and covering the table tops. There are waiters waltzing around the place, champagne glasses on trays and serving out appetisers.

Jeongguk can’t muster an ounce of courage to immerse himself into the party, however. He is frigid and holding himself together at the seams, threatening to burst any minute. The woman he’s hired as an escort hangs off him like arm candy. He had met her beforehand, giving a quick rundown of expectations from the likes of a family like the Jeon’s before they rushed together to the venue.

The woman, Yumi she claims her fake name is, looks out of space. Her dress is barely adequate for the setting, a sleek tight black that hugs every curve on her body and a leg slit that exposes skin. Whilst she looks gorgeous and Jeongguk can only praise her beauty, he knows his father will have a lot to say.

A lot to say about his fake girlfriend.

Seokjin is standing metres away, keeping a close distance in case he needs to interrupt any drama that occurs. He has been a rock through the whole process, making sure Jeongguk is supported through every minute and he’s secured for the party.

Like all parties, this one is also a keeping up pretence.

Mr. Jeon locates him through the growing crowd of the hall, a small but uncertain smile crawling over his face. Besides him, Jeongguk’s mother has linked arms with the man but she’s casted her gaze downwards as if to make herself appear insignificant. He tugs the woman along, making their way to Jeongguk.

“This is her?” Mr. Jeon asks, pointing to Yumi. “Your girlfriend?”

Jeongguk feels the disgust rising in the back of his throat, having to swallow around the thickness and bottling down the bitterness. He wants nothing more than to shout, claim that this isn’t his girlfriend. Instead, he gives an affirmative nod and pulls Yumi closer to her. He circles an arm around her waist as if he’s showcasing her.

“This is her,” he confirms. “Her name is Yumi.”

Jeongguk’s mother gushes, looking delighted at the appearance of the woman. She thrusts her hand out, grinning.

“Thank you for taking care of my son,” she says. “He seems happier nowadays.”

Happier. It’s a blatant lie. Jeongguk hardly gets the chance to see his mother anymore, spending all his spare time either in the office or with Jimin. He hasn’t seen his dog, Haru, in even longer. His mother has no idea about whether or not he’s happier, only has Mr. Jeon’s dirty words to rely on.

Yumi recognises the lie and insincerity in her tone, her expression remaining painfully neutral as she squeezes the mother’s hand. “I’m glad that is the case,” she replies smoothly, batting her eyelashes. “He is a great man.”

Mr. Jeon is still inspecting Yumi up and down, his pupils overlooking every inch like he’s trying to crumble her apart with his glance. He lingers down at the leg slit of her dress, raising a brow. Jeongguk has to clench his fist at his side, not wanting to react now.

“Yumi,” Mr. Jeon tries the name out, saying out aloud a few times. “Yumi. The woman behind my son, Jeongguk.”

Yumi laughs, pretending to sound nervous to add a touch of impression. “It is me, yes.”

She’s professional and she’s good at her job. Despite the unconventional setting and the disturbing situation she’s thrown into, she plays the part well. She sticks to Jeongguk’s side and doesn’t address anyone unless they’ve done first directly. Jeongguk’s grateful for her presence.

He isn’t grateful, however, for the scandals that are awaiting to occur after this. There’s not a single man he trusts in this room besides Seokjin and no doubt, the other people will sell out his ‘relationship’ to the public. In a few hours, he’ll find himself looking at articles and pictures of him and Yuri with speculations.

“Your dress is a little inappropriate for this party. We have strict standards to uphold here. Do you not have anything less…” Mr. Jeon tilts his head. “Revealing, perhaps? You are Jeongguk’s woman and this is only for his eyes.”

Yumi looks flabbergasted, her mouth opening in surprise at the words. Before she can form a reply, Jeongguk cuts in.

“Father.” His voice is stern, hints of impatience and growing fury pouring through. “I have no problem with how Yumi dresses. She is not my woman and her body is only hers. She can do as she pleases. I am no one to tell her what she can or can’t do and neither are you.”

The four of them lapse into silence after his words. Yumi shifts on her feet, discomfort growing upon the tension that thickens between them all. Mr. Jeon looks slightly outraged but somewhat amused. He bats his hand as if he’s dismissing the situation just like that, like he hasn’t said something overly offensive.

“I am not going to ruin my mood with your nonsense,” Mr. Jeon says simply, glancing around the room. “We are celebrating my success tonight. Keep her away from sights of our important associates, I don’t need them spewing bullshit to me. Got it?”

Just like that, his tone has hardened. Mr. Jeon’s mood swings are unpredictable and partly terrifying, able to spin around and become a different man within minutes.

When Jeongguk was younger, he was the subject to Mr. Jeon’s moods. He was eager to please his father in any sense he could. When he did something even remotely wrong, he faced the brunt of Mr. Jeon’s anger and it scarred him deeply. He’d beg, on his hands and knees, for forgiveness and had to grovel before his father even batted an eyelash in his direction.

But he’s no longer the angsty, young teenager who’s yearning for his father’s approval and validation.

He is now twenty years old with a mind of his own, a heart that beats for the things that only concern him. He doesn’t need Mr. Jeon and his emotionally abusive tactics that has plagued his entire life.

“Sure, father,” Jeongguk spits back, ignoring his mother’s desperate look.

With that, and not another look backwards, he gently but firmly pulls on Yumi’s arm and guides her away. He keeps going until they reach a discrete area of the party, holding onto her forearms.

“Sorry,” he apologises at once, cheeks heating at the shame of his family. “That was uncalled for and I am so sorry. He--”

“Jeongguk,” Yumi interrupts, laughing. “You think that’s the worse I’ve heard? I can take his words.”

“But you shouldn’t have to. It’s wrong and I sincerely apologise on behalf of my father.”

Yumi, regardless, is patient with him. “I understand you’re stuck in a sticky situation and this is what I’m getting paid for, okay? Don’t worry. I’m here for you.”

Once she’s confirmed that she’s okay, Jeongguk maneuvers them into the bustle of the party. By now, it’s under full swing and most of the people have arrived. The important associates wander around with their chins stuck high in the air, champagne glasses in their hands as if to emphasise their status without realising Mr. Jeon wouldn’t hesitate twice before throwing them away. Other celebrities, big names have also appeared.

“This is a significant party, isn’t it?” Yumi laughs nervously, now letting her true emotions show since it’s just the two of them.

Jeongguk hums. “This is one of the biggest, yes.”

The scene doesn’t faze him nor change him. He has been accustomed to these parties ever since he could remember, his father making a point to throw them more than necessary only to establish his superior status.

Jeongguk twists on his torso as he peers around, trying to scout out a waiter so he can get both of them champagne. But whilst doing so, his eyes find Jimin instead.

His mouth goes slack, his throat drying up instantly upon finding Jimin. They’re standing across the hall and Jimin’s looking straight at him, pupils darkened as he gazes towards Yumi and then back at him.

Jimin looks stunning. He’s wearing a sequined blazer, looking dazzling from head to toe. But his expression is anything but, a void of who he usually is, with a blank smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. Yoongi’s standing by his side, engaging in conversation but Jimin’s not replying. He’s fixed on staring at Jeongguk.

Jeongguk’s blood runs cold when he realises what the scene looks like.

He’s with Yumi, holding her hand and introducing her to the family. It could only look like one thing to Jimin, especially with how he shrugged the man off earlier after the meeting was dismissed.

“Oh shit,” Jeongguk curses under his breath. “Oh, fuck.”

He’s already walking in Jimin’s direction, wanting to explain and straighten everything out. He could only imagine what’s going through Jimin’s mind. He’s not sure why he feels compelled to do so, knowing he owes Jimin nothing for explanation. But his heart is threatening to give out if he has to observe Jimin’s beaten down face for a second longer.

“What’s wrong?” Yumi asks. “Is everything okay?”

“No, no. I need--”

But Seokjin’s by his side, pinching his forearm as if to silently remind him what matters right now.

Seokjin’s reality check makes him exhale, all the air gusting out of his lungs as he tries to orientate himself. He can’t go to Jimin right now, especially not when they’re standing in the most important party thus far in their career.

“Hyung,” Jeongguk whines, looking over to Seokjin.

He shakes his head. “No,” he says firmly. “Namjoon is on his way as well. We’ll take care of you but don’t do anything rash.”

Jeongguk realises, with budding remorse, that there really is nothing he can do. Especially not with Mr. Jeon hovering over him, watching his every move like a hawk. He even feels Mr. Jeon’s heavy pair of eyes scouting him out right now too, across the party as he keeps a close eye on Jeongguk. It’s impossible.

“Okay.” He breathes out, helpless.

When Jeongguk looks back up in the direction Jimin had been standing, he’s nowhere to be seen. He had dispersed within the confines of the party and Jeongguk’s system floods with guilt and unexplainable heartache.

Yumi squeezes his hand, recognising his anguish. “It’s okay.”

It’s a little while later when Jeongguk finds Jimin again. He’s somewhat tipsy now. Once Namjoon had arrived, he had immediately reached for the drinks and claimed the only way they’ll survive tonight is if they keep the drinks coming. He had sunk in some heavier liquor, soju mixing in with the drinks.

Yumi had excused herself to use the restroom, claiming she needed a break. Jeongguk insisted she could leave, that her money in full (and more) would be in her bank account the morning after even if the hours were cut short. But Yumi promised she was willing to stay by his side, nonetheless.

But the sight where he finds Jimin is not one that pleases him.

Jimin’s pressed up against the bar counter, a champagne flute in his hand and blinking up to another man. The man, someone Jeongguk doesn’t recognise which irks him further, is crowding Jimin’s personal space. It seems consensual from both parties.

Jimin’s grinning widely, eyes sparkling unlike the dullness that had been present before. He’s leaning into the man’s touch, hands clenched around the other man’s blazer.

Jeongguk’s blood boils, his thoughts going into overdrive as he watches the scene outplay right in front of his eyes. Logically, he knows that Jimin sees other people on the side and has in the past. There’s no way that they’ve only fucked each other.

But he doesn’t want the visual.

The longer he looks, the more panic emerges into him and his chest feels heavier than he can carry. He has to swallow when the man’s finger travel over Jimin’s waist and he has to physically look away when Jimin leans in further.

The man keeps his eyes fixed on Jimin. Not moving.

The man tries to pull on Jimin’s forearm, presumably trying to drag him away from the party and somewhere more private. But Jimin pulls himself back, an apologetic smile flashing up to him as he shakes his head patiently. The man is disappointed but he extracts his phone, handing it over to Jimin who gleefully types his number in and nods at him.

Once the man has walked away, Jeongguk’s walking up to him on his own accord. Even as his brain is screaming at him to slow down, to think through his actions - his heart is acting on its own.

“What the fuck?” Is the first thing he can spit out as he stops before Jimin, speaking before he can collect his thoughts. “What the fuck was that?”

Jimin jumps, startled by the sudden presence of somebody else. However as soon as he realises it’s Jeongguk, his expression melts into deadpan and he looks thoroughly unimpressed.

“What do you want from me, Jeongguk?” He sounds tired. Back to square one.

The warmth that used to come through Jimin’s undertones in his voice has disappeared, it’s replaced with the same guard he once had. He’s trying to conceal himself. Trying to back away, away from Jeongguk.

“Are you really going to call that man?”

Jimin arches a precise, aloof brow. “Excuse me?”

“He only wants to get in your pants, you know.”

“So fucking what?” Jimin snaps, slamming the unfinished champagne glass down on the table. He tuts, moving away from Jeongguk. Jeongguk, on the other hand, follows even if he’s uninvited. “So what, Jeongguk? How is it any of your business, huh?”

Jimin’s moving at the speed of light, practically running away from Jeongguk. He reaches out, trying to grab ahold of Jimin but he tears the hold away like it physically burns him.

“Don’t you dare touch me.”

“Jimin.”

They keep walking until Jimin’s reached a more discrete, quiet area of the party. It’s darker here and there’s not many people. Jeongguk takes one last chance, holding onto Jimin’s waist and pulling him away into the hallway that leads to the other rooms. He pushes the man against the wall, caging him in so Jimin can’t escape.

Jimin looks panicked now that he has no safety, no way to escape. His eyes widen and he shoves his chest.

(Mood: Dua Lipa - Be The One)

“Get the fuck away from me!” He all but yells. “Go back to your girl! Why are you doing this to me? Go away!”

“Yumi isn’t my girl!”

“You’re holding her hand, introducing her to your parents!” Jimin shoots back, voice lowering once he realises how loud he’s being. “Am I fucking stupid? Do I look stupid to you, Jeongguk? I’m--”

Jeongguk almost wants to kiss him to shut Jimin up. He almost does. Every thought in his tormenting mind screaming at him, urging him to follow through but he fists his hands and decides against it. No. Not here, not yet.

“Yumi is an escort,” Jeongguk calmly explains, his voice shaking as he speaks. “I hired her because my father thinks that I have a girlfriend and he insisted he meets her today. Seokjin hyung helped me. She’s no one important to me but she’s helping me tonight.”

Jimin stops his ranting and instead, he looks at Jeongguk intently. He allows the words to soak into him, to process as his harsh breathing begins to slow down. He squeezes his eyes shut, taking a few minutes before he reply. Jeongguk doesn’t want to admit it but he feels the relief rushing through him when Jimin’s body slumps.

“Oh.”

Jeongguk nods, letting out a small chuckle. “Yeah, oh.”

Neither of them question why it matters so much, why they’re so worked up over seeing the other with different people. Jeongguk doesn’t understand himself, truthfully. All he knows is that he never wants to see Jimin with someone else. It makes him want to claw his bleeding heart out.

Jimin blinks a few times, exhaling. “Fuck.”

They both look at each other, unable to break apart the contact. Jeongguk can identify fear lingering behind Jimin’s pupils, plastering to his features and making him appear smaller than he usually is.

Unable to help himself, Jeongguk leans in and before he knows it, he’s hugging Jimin.

Heat envelopes him whole, consuming him as he hugs Jimin. The embrace is heartfelt. It makes him glow, burying his head in Jimin’s neck and breathing out. Jimin doesn’t respond at first, his arms limp and still in surprise. But after a minute, the arms finally snake around Jeongguk and he’s hugging back.

“Don’t go to him,” Jeongguk pleads under his breath. “Don’t choose that man. Please… don’t.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t let him take what I want to give you, only.”

Jimin grows still under the embrace and he doesn’t try to back away but he still seems surprised.

“Jeongguk…”

“Don’t leave me.” His voice breaks this time, having to wait and let the thickness in his throat pass. “I need you, Jimin.”

“I’m - I’m not, Guk,” Jimin’s voice is softer now as he tightens his arms, raising them to wrap around his neck and bring them down closer. His lips travel over Jeongguk’s face, dangerously close to his lips before turning his head. He places the softest, the most gentle kiss on his cheek. “I’m not leaving you. I was only flirting with that man because… because I was jealous. Okay?”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, no. Stop. It’s fine.”

Before they can continue the conversation, they hear a rustle behind them and hasty footsteps retreating away. Jeongguk wishes he could address the dread that registers within him at the sound and what it could potentially mean. But truthfully, he doesn’t want to feel anything but Jimin. He holds onto the older man.

“Tonight, okay?” Jimin hears the noise and he’s wise enough to pull away, pushing Jeongguk away. “We need to be careful here.”

Jeongguk hangs his head in shame, nodding. “Okay.”

He watches Jimin walk away and disappear into the crowd of the party, not wanting to recognise the lightness of his chest now. It’s going to be okay. Jeongguk doesn’t know what this all means and even though it fills him with doubt and copious amounts of anxiety - he knows, it’s going to be okay.

Everything boils down to this moment.

The party had been insignificant till the end. Jeongguk had prepared a small speech, speaking out amongst the attending and Jimin had done the same. Once the party had ended, Jeongguk couldn’t have been more grateful to rush away.

He awaits Jimin’s appearance.

For some reason, tonight feels more meaningful than any other time he’s anticipated Jimin’s arrival. There is a different sensation that spreads through his system, filling him with electricity that shakes him to the core of his bones. His hands shake with the jitters, trying to busy himself with a drink. Jimin had texted he was on his way twenty minutes ago and no doubt, he’s close by now.

When the doorbell rings and indicates Jimin has arrived, he jumps out of his seat and rushes to retrieve him.

Jimin stands behind the door looking disheveled like he had hurried to get here on time. His hair is unkempt, falling over his forehead and his clothes barely put together. He’s changed out of his fancy attire for the party, changed into casual wear but still pulling it off exceptionally well.

Jimin’s lips twitch into a smile when he sees Jeongguk, tilting his head. “Jeongguk,” he greets evenly.

Everything about Jimin is enticing, from head to toe. He has managed to mesmerise Jeongguk from the first day they had met, the first conversation they had struck together. Despite their circumstances, Jimin has never treated him any less, never discriminated against him. It all comes down to this.

Jeongguk reaches out to grasp onto Jimin’s forearm, tugging him inside.

“Been waiting for you,” Jeongguk admits as he slams the door shut behind them, pushing Jimin onto it.

Jimin gasps as he falls back, his head rolling back. “Yeah? What for?”

The tease in his voice is evident, the smirk on his face looking playful. All his walls are crumbled down, revealing his true self. Perhaps, it’s to do with the fact that Jeongguk had admitted he needs Jimin or the fact that they’re both clearly jealous of the other.

There’s a shift in their dynamics that’s palpable to both of them.

Jeongguk’s hand rests on Jimin’s waist, squeezing down hard enough over the material to leave light bruises as he leans in. He lingers above Jimin’s lips, contemplating for a minute before deciding against it.

“For this,” Jeongguk replies simply, pressing chaste kisses over the man’s neck.

Jimin chuckles lowly but he doesn’t bother saying anything in return, taking his answer for granted. He lets out a small exhale, tilting his head back and allowing Jeongguk more room to do as he wants. He takes the invitation, not wasting another minute to peck Jimin over every inch of skin presented to him.

Jimin’s hand reaches out to tangle into the man’s hair, tightening his fist as he pulls them closer.

Jeongguk accommodates to the request, slotting his thigh between Jimin’s legs. He can already feel Jimin’s half hard cock pressing against his groin, making him squeeze his eyes shut from the wave of arousal that pings through him. It spurs him on further, sucking on Jimin’s skin.

He wants to leave marks all over Jimin’s neck. He wants to litter his tanned skin with reminders of who he belongs to and who he never will to. Jeongguk hums, digging his teeth into Jimin’s skin and listening to the man who garbles out an incoherent response.

“G-Guk,” he breathes out, sounding shaken.

“Mine,” Jeongguk whispers, pulling off a little to observe his masterpiece before pressing a gentle kiss atop the mark. He immediately sucks in another bruise. “Mine,” he says again, repeating it over and over until Jimin’s neck and collarbones are covered in small but noticeable hickeys.

Jimin looks stunned when their eyes meet again, his orbs bright with the surprise but still full of fondness. He’s biting down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, lowering his head to inspect the hickeys.

“I… wow,” Jimin laughs, his index finger travelling over the reddened skin. “You really did a number on me.”

Jeongguk shrugs, pulling the man’s shirt down to expose his chest further. He only gets to work, sucking in another bruise. He’s sure that by now Jimin’s feeling sensitive from the teeth sinking into him repeatedly but he can’t seem to stop himself, addicted to the imprints he’s leaving.

“Mine,” he repeats. “You’re mine, Jimin.”

Jimin looks enamored, his face softening as his eyes narrow like slits. Jimin’s hands reach out to hold onto his shoulder, to find some purchase, and pulling their bodies flush together. With the current position, Jimin starts to roll his hips. The pressure is immediate and washes over them like waves.

“Jeongguk…” He whimpers, shutting his eyes.

“Yeah?”

“I… I…”

Jimin’s attempting to say something but struggling, falling short. He opens his eyes, frustration lingering in his pupils that have darkened. He digs his fingers into Jeongguk’s shirt, looking feral and desperate.

Jeongguk cups Jimin’s cheeks, tilting his head as affection swells in his chest. He takes a deep breath, about to take a plunge into the oblivion with the idea that keeps spinning in his mind. No matter how hard he’s trying to resist the urge, it keeps emerging and more overwhelming each time.

“I want to kiss you,” Jeongguk finally admits, saying the words he’s been both dreading and dying to say.

Jimin’s eyes widen as he stares into Jeongguk, mouth hanging open. “Y-You do?”

“Yeah.”

A moment passes and neither of them speak. Jimin is floored, unable to look anywhere else before he swallows audibly and leans in.

“Do it,” he urges.

Jeongguk gulps once he’s been given permission. He feels nervous, all of sudden and even insecure at the array of emotions that flood into him all at once, ranging on both extremes of the scale. He wants to feel Jimin’s lips but he also doesn’t want to deal with the consequences that follow of kissing pretty boys.

They were supposed to be no strings attached, no intimacy. Just sex. No feelings.

But the longer he stands here, before Jimin and the longer he looks at Jimin - he realises it’s never just been fucking. It’s never been no strings attached. The revelation tilts his world, questions his existence but right now, he’s not bothered.

Because he surges forward and crashes their lips together.

It’s a struggle at first. Jimin immediately lets out a small, needy gasp as his hands reach the nape of Jeongguk’s neck and tightens. Their teeth clash as they kiss, desperate to feel each other after pining for so long. But after a few insufferable moments, they slow down.

They kiss like they have all the time in the world. They kiss luxuriously, their tongues swiping tentatively against each other like they’re trying to explore new territories they never had the chance to do before. Jimin tastes delicious, remnants of alcohol still able to be detected as Jeongguk licks into his mouth.

Jeongguk groans as his lower stomach tightens, urgency growing as his cock starts to stir. He grinds down onto Jimin, keeping the pace of their kissing the same. Jimin moans softly, pulling back from the kiss for a second.

“Fuck,” Jimin whispers, holding onto Jeongguk’s collar and jerking. “More.”

Jeongguk’s more than contented to oblige. He feels thrilled as he leans in, pressing their lips together once more. As they kiss this time, Jimin starts to maneuver them to the bedroom.

It’s a difficult feat considering they’re trying to kiss whilst doing so, their hands attempting to touch every part of the other’s body. They stumble over Jeongguk’s shoes scattered in the penthouse, Jimin pulling the younger man upright as he opens the bedroom door with his back and pulls Jeongguk inside.

They stand before each other and they continue, hands reaching out as they kiss.

“On the bed,” Jimin begs, pulling Jeongguk in the direction. “I wanna… wanna ride you.”

Jeongguk freezes where he’s licking into Jimin’s mouth. The unexpected request of their position makes his heart expand in size, his cock twitching in his pants at the thought of Jimin taking him all the way in and having the reins over the pace.

“Fuck yes, ride me.”

Jeongguk settles onto the bed first and Jimin climbs in right after, parting his legs and straddling the man. He has a smirk playing on his lips but despite his apparent easy-going expression, the apprehension is clear behind his expression.

All Jeongguk can think, right now, is how much he wants Jimin.

Jeongguk opens Jimin up with three fingers, gently prodding against his prostate. The angle is a little difficult to manage with Jimin slumped forward, resting against Jeongguk’s chest as his breath hitches with each inch of the stretch he feels. Jeongguk wraps an arm around Jimin’s back, drawing the man closer as he keeps going until he’s met with little to no resistance.

“It’s all yours,” he whispers into Jimin’s ear, pulling his digits out and letting Jimin take over.

Jimin looks a hesitant at first, eyes drifting downwards to their bodies tangled up together and clothes half thrown across the floor. It looks like he’s contemplating what he’s about to do but he only ends up nodding, running a hand through his hair and pulling it off his face as he gets to work.

He aligns Jeongguk’s cock against his hole, biting back a moan as he slowly sinks down.

The pressure is instantaneous. Despite attempting to stretch Jimin open, he still feels as tight as a vice around the man’s length and he feels incredible. Jeongguk’s head spins as he sees stars in his vision, his head rolling back against the headboard as a breathy groan escapes him.

Jimin’s eyes are squeezed shut, both hands bracing on Jeongguk’s shoulder as he takes him all the way down. He remains bottomed out, adjusting to the stretch.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jeongguk’s saying, barely audible, before he can stop himself and bury the words. He’s always wanted to say this, especially during sex. He doesn’t prevent his thoughts from being spoken out aloud this time. “So fucking beautiful, Jimin and you’re all fucking mine.”

Jeongguk’s hands clutch onto either side of Jimin’s waist, holding onto him. It gives the older man the push he needs, throwing his head back as a guttural moan rips out of him, beginning to rock his hips. He fucks himself back of Jeongguk’s cock carefully, like he’s trying to adapt to the moment.

The tentative hip rolls only drives Jeongguk’s cock further in, constant pressure up against his prostate. Jimin gasps, unable to help the pleasure that overcomes him. He leans in again, his head against Jeongguk’s cock as he lifts himself up and starts to really fuck himself.

Jimin rides Jeongguk like he’ll never get the chance again, bouncing up and down with no break whatsoever. Jeongguk feels like he’s floating, hands holding onto Jimin tightly as he’s rendered speechless, unable to do anything. The power Jimin holds over him right now is frightening but all welcomed.

Jimin looks up to him whilst he moves, eyes hazy and dark.

“Wanna kiss,” he mumbles, words lost and cut off at a particular hard thrust against his prostate.

Jeongguk doesn’t want to deny the man a single thing. He wants to give Jimin all he asks for. He cuts the gap between them, their lips resuming to touch as their tongues meet together in a filthy, fast paced kiss. The kiss, this time, has more intent as Jimin moans shamelessly into his mouth and Jeongguk licks into him.

When Jeongguk grows impatient, wanting to feel more, he grabs ahold of Jimin’s waist and effortlessly turns them over.

Still buried deep in Jimin, he starts to pound into the older man. Jimin scrambles for purchase, hands gripping the bed sheets at the sudden change of pace and position. He wraps his legs around Jeongguk, tightening them as he lifts his hips back, meeting back the thrusts.

Jeongguk plants his face into Jimin’s neck, nibbling on his skin and enforcing the previous hickeys before their lips meet once again.

Jeongguk comes first, overwhelmed and aching as he releases into Jimin. They’re still kissing when Jeongguk’s hand reaches down, grabbing ahold of Jimin’s cock and pumping him fast and rough, just like the thrusts.

Just as they’re coming down from their high and exchanging saliva, there’s a knock on the front door of Jeongguk’s door, followed by more rapid bells.

They both freeze, wide eyes looking up to each other.

“What… who is that?” Jimin whisper-yells, pulling the covers over their naked bodies as if it’ll make any difference to the person standing outside the penthouse.

Jeongguk shrugs helplessly. As far as he’s aware, he hadn’t invited anyone back to the penthouse. He had only pegged on seeing Jimin and Jimin only. He doesn’t want to spend his evening with anyone else, doesn’t want the man to leave tonight and rather, stay over. It’s a lot to ask for.

“I don’t know,” he says quietly, the reality of the situation sinking into him. If Seokjin or Namjoon aren’t behind the door, they’re in trouble.

He jumps off Jimin, grabbing his dressing gown off the floor and throwing it over his body. He feels himself going into panic mode, his mind racing and his heart race dramatically climbing up as he looks back at Jimin for a minute.

Jimin, also, looks equally distraught. His eyeline is following wherever Jeongguk goes, desperation and fear filling into his pupils as he pulls the covers up to his neck. He looks so alarmed that Jeongguk can’t help but walk up to him.

He cups Jimin’s cheek, his thumb stroking over the bruise that’s been poorly hidden by the makeup.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you,” Jeongguk promises, kissing Jimin’s lips once. “Whoever it is, they won’t come near you.”

Jimin leans into the touch, nuzzling the hand as he swallows. “O-Okay.”

“Can you do me a favour, Jimin?” He feels appalled to ask, not wanting to reduce Jimin down to a dirty secret - even though, that is what he is essentially - but having no other option right now. “Can you go into my en suite? Lock the bathroom door and don’t come out until I’m sure it’s okay.”

Jimin blinks up to him, sighing. “Okay…”

“This isn’t for me. This is for you because I won’t let anyone touch you.”

Jimin seems to understand the words, he nods earnestly and shamelessly steals a kiss from Jeongguk before he’s getting off the bed. His hands shake as he reaches for the spare dressing gown, throwing it on before giving Jeongguk one last glance.

“Are you going to be okay?” Jimin asks.

They’re both focusing on each other before Jeongguk’s concentration is broken by more rapid knocks. He nods, gesturing for the man to get into the bathroom.

“I’ll be okay. Go, go.”

Once Jimin’s securely in the bathroom and the door is locked, half of his nerves melt away. He feels ready to take on whoever is behind the door, praying it’s only Seokjin and Namjoon. There’s never any need for hiding around his hyung’s. He takes a deep breath as he walks to the front door, opening it to reveal… his father.

Of all people, he isn’t expecting his father.

(Mood: Florence + The Machine - What Kind Of Man)

Mr. Jeon has clearly just arrived here from the party, cheeks still flush from the ample amounts of alcohol he has consumed. He’s still in his fancy apparel, the suit intact and the necktie still pressing up against his windpipe. He looks around the penthouse, sniffing.

“You changed the locks to your penthouse,” Mr. Jeon notes, dangling the pair of keys he had initially received a year ago in front of Jeongguk. “Why?”

Jeongguk had changed the locks since the fear of the man walking in and catching Jimin in the middle of their one session had spooked him too much. He needed to remove any loopholes, any possibilities of that happening. It was never an issue since Mr. Jeon never visited the penthouse, never had any reason to come up here. They usually met at the office or at the family home.

He swallows as he looks at the keys. “Security reasons,” he answers, widening the door to let his father through.

Mr. Jeon walks in, throwing the keys on the counter besides him. He struts around like he owns the place, chin stuck up in the air as he inspects every inch of the penthouse that he can see.

“Right,” Mr. Jeon murmurs,not sounding convinced whatsoever. He sits on the couch, stretching his legs out to rest on the coffee table. “Come, sit. I think we need to talk. Don’t you think?”

Jeongguk raises a brow at his father, skeptical as to what he means. It could mean many things. He presumes it’s about Yumi since Mr. Jeon had a lot to say about her initially at the party. He holds back the groan threatening to leave his lips, collecting himself before he sits down opposite his father on the couch.

Mr. Jeon doesn’t say anything else at first. As usual, he’s playing the game where he makes Jeongguk squirm under his power and hold. He stands up once again, walking to Jeongguk’s bar to pour himself a drink before returning to his seat.

“So…” he finally speaks after five long, insufferable minutes. “Yumi, her name is?”

So, it is about the fake girlfriend. Jeongguk relaxes. This is a topic he can handle easily.

Jeongguk hums. “Yeah. That’s her name.”

“Where did you meet her?”

“At an associates’ party,” he shoots back without hesitation, challenging his father with a look that dares him to ask more.

“What associate?”

“Dojung-ssi.”

Mr. Jeon scrunches up his nose at the bitter, distasteful alcohol, swirling the contents around in the diamond encrusted glass. He doesn’t look anymore appeased than he had minutes ago, still holding Jeongguk’s gaze with an unfazed expression.

“What is her occupation?”

“She’s self-employed.” Which isn’t a complete lie. “Works in the fashion industry, aiming to bring out her own collection. She’s low-key and we’d prefer to keep it that way.”

Mr. Jeon hums, listening intently. He seems to grow more and more angered by the second, with each word he hears. He sips on the drink. It’s clear he’s not completely in his senses, perhaps tipsy and slipping even further. Jeongguk should probably take the drink off his father, give him water instead but he can’t bring himself to care about the man’s state.

“How long have you been with her?”

“What is this? Twenty-one questions?” Jeongguk questions, wanting to cut to the chase. He knows his father has an ulterior motive for asking all these questions, that there’s something else embedded within his mind that’s bothering him. The longer he entertains the man’s questions, the longer the possibility of Jimin being found hangs over him. He needs Mr. Jeon out of here.

“So what if it is?” He spits back. “I’m your father. Answer me.”

“A few months, give or take.”

Mr. Jeon nods again, tilting his head as he examines Jeongguk. “So… tell me, my dearest son… why did I see you with Jimin at the party?”

Jeongguk pauses, his eyes reaching his father’s. Mr. Jeon looks serious, not a single hint of humour evident on his face. The blood in Jeongguk’s body runs cold, making him want to curl into himself at the question. His father had seen him? At the party? What had he seen and how far?

“W-What?” Jeongguk stutters.

“I saw you and him,” Mr. Jeon continues, snarling now as if each passing second is making him more angered. “Holding him, pulling him away. I tried to follow but the two of you disappeared and I didn’t see you for the rest of the party.”

“We’re partners.” The first logical explanation bubbles out of him. “Can I not talk to my business partner?”

“Talk, yes. Holding hands? Yelling at each other? It looks a fair bit more than just partners, you fucking dumbass, you fool.”

Before Jeongguk can say anything, Mr. Jeon is raising a glass with alcohol still in it. He throws it across the penthouse, shattering into pieces as it slams against the wall. Jeongguk flinches at the sound, dread trickling into him.

“Father--”

“You tell me, Jeongguk!” He’s yelling, standing up to walk over to his son. He doesn’t touch Jeongguk, doesn’t do anything but stand before him with a pointed, expecting look. “You tell me what the fuck is going on.”

“Nothing!” Jeongguk raises his voice back in return, tempted to physically push his father away from him. “You’re seeing too much into things! Stop fucking overreacting. We were just talking.”

“I’ve… I’ve tolerated your disgusting ‘sexuality’,” he says as he makes air quotations mark. “I thought you’d get over it, see someone else and you apparently have. Yumi. So tell me that my eyes are deceiving me and there’s nothing, Jeongguk. Tell me.”

If anything, Jeongguk should be relieved that the man didn’t see anything else. That his knowledge only extends up to where they were still present in the party, amongst everyone else. He can bend around this lie, shape it around to convince his father. He needs to be more careful now, though. He can’t allow anyone to hurt Jimin.

“Your eyes are deceiving you,” he repeats calmly, his voice remarkably steady considering his inner turmoil. “There is nothing. I have a girlfriend, Yumi, and you met here. There’s nothing else, father, and you should not lose sleep over it.”

Mr. Jeon exhales sharply as he stands back, straightening out his necktie as if he’s realising what just happened. The fact that he nearly had a breakdown. He clears his throat, nodding.

“Yumi is the only one, yes?”

“Yes, father.”

“Jeongguk…” his voice lowers, entering a threatening, dangerous level. He narrows his eyes carefully on Jeongguk, staring right into his soul with his piercing look. “I swear to God, son. If I find out anymore dirt on you and Jimin, I will not hesitate to kill you. I will bury you and your name from the Jeon company, do you understand me? I will not tolerate it at all.”

The words should leave Jeongguk terrified. It should shake him down to the core, make him fear for himself and his life as well as Jimin’s. It should be enough to back down from what he’s doing with Jimin, cut off all ties and pretend the kiss never happened. He should go back to a time where he didn’t need Jimin.

But as he looks up to his father, he feels nothing.

He’s no longer the boy who needs his father’s approval, chasing after him and swallowing down each wave of helplessness. He’s no longer the same man who needs to rely on his father for money, for a career. He has his own life now, his own fortune.

“Sure,” he replies nonchalantly. “You won’t find anything else, though.”

“I fucking hope not,” Mr. Jeon hisses before he’s walking to the front door and without another word, he leaves and slams the door behind him.

Jeongguk waits until he’s sure his father has left the scene. He waits for five minutes in total until he gets up shakily, letting out a deep breath as he looks over to where his glass has been shattered with liquid contents spilt over the floor. He sighs as he gets to work, collecting the shards of glass and discarding of it before he wipes the alcohol clean off the floor.

Only then does he go back to the bedroom, knocking on the bathroom door.

Jimin’s quick to open the door from the other side, as if he’s been waiting and riding out every second until he’s allowed to leave. His hands immediately reach out to hold onto the man’s collar, tugging slightly.

“Guk. I heard something breaking. Is everything okay? What happen?”

The only action that would make sense, right now, is to push Jimin away. He should tell Jimin to leave and that they shouldn’t talk anymore, not to see each other any longer. It only makes sense. His father will back off, he won’t have to prey on every Jeongguk’s move. Jeongguk knows, from now on, extra eyes will be on him.

But he takes one look at Jimin and he knows that isn’t what he truly wants.

Jimin is ethereal. He is beautiful inside and out, he’s a diamond amongst all the other business associate he’s ever related with. Jimin has been a shoulder of support for Jeongguk in indirect, quiet ways since they were teenagers and attended boarding school together. Jimin has made him laugh, made him believe and made him feel like there’s something worth hanging onto.

He looks at Jimin and he knows what they’re trying to hold onto can develop, can become something more. With patience. With time.

“Jimin…” he says as calmly as possible, looking off to the side where his wardrobe is. “Go home.”

“What--”

“Go and pack a bag. I need to talk to you.”

He narrows his eyes. “Why am I packing a bag if we’re talking?”

“We’re going away for a night, maybe back to Busan for an overnight stay? We need to talk and I need to tell you something but we also need to be away from here. For the time being.”

Bewilderment washes over Jimin, extracting his hand and letting it fall limp on his side. He arches a brow at Jeongguk, tilting his head.

“What?” He asks.

“Will you just trust me, Jimin?”

“I - I. Of course.”

“I’ll explain everything but we need to getaway for a little while. I’ll rent out a nice apartment for us. Go and come back tomorrow morning.”

Jimin hums, looking contemplative and unsure before he nods a little. He exits the bathroom, throwing the dressing gown on the floor. He bends over, in all his glory, and grabs his attire, slowly redressing himself.

“Are you okay, though?” He pauses. “Are we okay, though?” He adds as an afterthought, furrowing his brows.

Jeongguk sighs as he walks over to Jimin, crowding up in his personal space. It all feels unnatural to him, not sure where his hand placement is supposed to be and what he should say. He takes a deep breath and decides going with his gut feeling, leaning in to kiss Jimin’s lips.

It’s innocent and quick, barely a peck before he withdraws. He nods reassuringly at Jimin who still looks frightened and Jeongguk wants to wipe it away.

“I think we are…” he mumbles. “I don’t know. I need some space to think and figure this out, okay? We’ll meet tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” Jimin promises.

Chapter Text

As promised, Jimin’s waiting for him tomorrow morning.

He picks Jimin up from his apartment early the next day, driving his own Range Rover for a change since it has tinted windows and successfully allows them to be discrete. Jimin’s waiting in the lobby of his block, wearing Gucci sunglasses to obscure his face. Upon noticing the car, he hastily leaves and keeps his eyes trained down, his hood over his head as he jumps into the passenger seat.

Jeongguk takes a moment for his eyes to scan over Jimin’s sinful body, looking too well put-together for how early they’re travelling.

“It’s 8am,” Jeongguk grumbles after a minute, putting the car into gear and pulling off the curb. “Why are you dressed like a model, ready for the catwalk?”

Jimin’s wearing a slouchy white sweater, tucked into his tailored slacks and paired off with a thick leather black belt. Along with his apparel, he’s wearing shiny black brogues. Overall, whilst the outfit is fairly simple, it’s unjust for Jimin to pull it off so well and make it his own.

Jimin furrows his brow as he pushes the sunglasses off his face, nestling into his hair and pulls the face mask down to expose his mouth.

“Model?” He repeats, looking down at his clothes. “Really? I look good?”

Despite his confusion, it’s obvious that he’s thrilled Jeongguk thinks so. His eyes light up and he looks towards the younger man, keening for the praise and approval. Jeongguk keeps their gaze locked for a moment before he scoffs, coming to a stop at a red light.

“You know you do, brat.”

Jimin giggles. “Fair enough. Suppose that’s true.” He pauses for a minute, fiddling with the hem of his sweater. “So, where are we going?”

He remembers that Jimin had trusted him blindly. Even after the tribulations in their rocky relationship, the man had chosen to follow Jeongguk through his rash, impulsive decision and come along to a last minute getaway without a single complaint.

“Busan,” Jeongguk answers after a minute, picking up the speed once again as he gets onto the highway.

Jimin narrows his eyes with a hint of befuddlement washing over him. “So we’re definitely going Busan, then.”

“Well, we need to talk.”

“I understand but we couldn’t have talked in my apartment, or something?”

“I also think we need to getaway for a bit,” Jeongguk murmurs, not daring to spare the man a glance as he keeps his eyes fixed on the road. He effortlessly switches between the lanes.

“We do?”

Jeongguk sighs. The revelation that his father is even acutely aware about the possibility that he and Jimin share something more than just business partners has been tormenting him since their encounter. He hasn’t been able to sleep, tossing and turning and giving up to pack his bags instead.

His father will quite literally end his life and only come for Jimin next. He wants to have a minute or two of peace, away from their schedules and their impending fortune waiting to pour into them. Before the media and the public go frenzy over the two companies and the spotlight is constant, relentless.

“Yeah. I need to tell you something.”

“Oh.” Jimin pauses, looking a little nervous now as he nibbles on his bottom lip. “Something good?”

“Depends on how you’ll take the news.”

He doesn’t respond for a minute before an apprehensive chuckle leaves his lips, turning his head to study the view outside.

“You’re making me nervous, Jeongguk.”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to,” he says sincerely, hint of remorse leaking into his voice. He doesn’t want to break the news to Jimin whilst they’re on the road. “I promise, I’ll tell you everything.”

Jeongguk’s not sure what his motive is with telling Jimin about his father and the man’s outburst yesterday. He isn’t sure where they’ll go from here, whether it’ll be a setback in their relationship or rather, a step forward. He isn’t sure what he prefers, whether he wants to improve or go back in time.

He shifts and looks to Jimin and one flash of the boy is enough to remind him. He wants to move forward.

The car ride is decently sufferable. Jimin doesn’t bother him any longer, not nagging to know details or ask for any spoilers of their conversation waiting to happen. Instead, he plays with the car radio and obnoxiously sings along with the words. He’s laid back, relaxed. It’s clear he’s not holding up a guard, not trying to be a different version of himself around Jeongguk any longer.

Jeongguk’s not sure when the turn in their dynamics allowed that to happen. He wonders whether it was the kisses. Either way, he’s grateful for it.

He’s granted the privilege to see Jimin in the state only three of his closest friends are allowed to. He knows Jimin inside out, whether or not he wants to. He knows Jimin’s enigmatic and closes himself off from the world, only revealing his true self to who he tends to surround himself with. Whilst he manages to immerse himself effortlessly with people, only selective people really know.

His current behaviour begs the question whether or not Jeongguk’s managed to make the list.

It’s only three hours and they pass by swiftly before they’re entering Busan. Jeongguk smiles when he sees the sign, easing up on the accelerator now that he’s sure he’s hundreds of miles away from the man who has the power to crumble Jeongguk between his fingers.

“Where are we staying?” Jimin questions - one of the only things he’s bothered to ask.

“I rented us an hotel apartment,” Jeongguk answers, following the directions of his sat nav towards the luxurious five-star hotel he had paid for. “It’s quite secret and they’ll respect our privacy, we won’t have to worry about being caught or anything like that.”

“I wasn’t worried about that.”

“Oh.”

He comes to a stop outside the five-star hotel, handing his keys to the valet as another worker helps them out of their car as well as grabbing their luggage. They’ve only brought a duffle bag each so Jeongguk opts to take it off the man, offering him a bow as he carries both his and Jimin’s into the lobby of the hotel.

As expected, the hotel is grand. The lobby is bright with the crystal chandeliers hanging low from the ceiling, illuminating the space. There’s marble pillars separating sections of the lobby, including an glass-enclosed brasserie. There’s original belle epoque elements enforced throughout the hotel, blending in with the contemporary features.

Jeongguk gently nudges Jimin in the direction of the plush seating. “Go wait, I’ll check us in.”

Jimin hums as he takes the bags off him, wandering off to take a seat. He waits until Jimin has settled before he walks to the reception desk. They check his ID and bank card before they offer the hotel card to the room on the top floor and wishing Jeongguk the best time.

Jimin seems jittery as they make their way up on the elevator, trying to distract himself as he plays with his sunglasses. They approach the room, swiping the card against the entrance and allowing them through.

It’s no surprise that the hotel apartment follows the same design of the lobby. The colour scheme is a darker grey. There’s one king size bed in the middle of the room, by the glass walls that has a beautiful view of the sea. The elegant but stylish room offers state-of-the-art technology as well as private furnished terrace.

“Oh wow,” Jimin mumbles in apparent shock as he glances around, walking to the en suite. “It’s a rainfall shower!”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes fondly as he drops their bag on the floor by the desk, toeing out of his shoes and collapsing onto the bed. The lack of sleep and the three hours with no break of driving has drained him of his energy, making him curl into his body on the memory foam mattress.

Jimin wanders back out, smiling at him. “Tired?”

“A little,” he admits.

“Yeah? Too bad. You’ve kept me on edge since yesterday so you better start speaking.”

“Can you at least make me a coffee?” He requests kindly, gesturing to the coffee machine on the counter by the mini bar.

Jimin looks aghast. “I’m not your damn maid.”

“Who’s paying for this room?”

“Fine!” He grumbles, not sounding the slightest bit pleased but not protesting any longer. He walks over to the coffee machine, grabbing two mugs and preparing them both black coffee. “Only because I want some too.”

“Tired, too?”

“Nah,” Jimin denies even as he stifles a yawn behind his hand. “Just have a feeling I’m gonna need it.”

“There’s soju in the mini bar.”

“Really?” Jimin claps his hand in glee, crouching down in front of the fridge and observing the alcohol bottles behind the glass. “Okay. Can I make us some cocktails tonight? Please?”

Jeongguk groans, a part of him regretting taking this trip with Jimin who’s somewhat more lively and eccentric than he’s ever been.

“Sure, whatever.”

It’s not like he can’t afford the mini bar so he might as well take advantage, use up all the bottles and food stored inside. Jimin stands back up, finishing off their drinks before bringing them over. He hands Jeongguk the warm mug before sitting down besides him on the bed, crossing his legs and waiting eagerly.

“You really wanna know, huh?” Jeongguk asks under his breath once he notices Jimin’s awaiting expression, rubbing his temples.

“Of course.”

“Right now?”

“Yes, please.”

“Can I at least drink some coffee, take a nap?” He asks, wanting to delay the inevitable.

Jeongguk can’t help but fear the outcome after the conversation, not wanting to deal with the reality of the situation just yet. There’s no doubt that he’s become aware that there’s something going on between the two of them. He doesn’t know how they’ll deal with the revelation that Jeongguk’s father is slightly aware, that it’s now or never.

Jimin looks murderous. “You’re so damn annoying. Fucking annoying ass.”

“Curse me harder. Maybe I’ll just send you home and never have to talk to you.”

“Fucking asshole,” Jimin spits but there’s no real malice behind his tone, looking weary more than anything else. He sips on the coffee before wincing. “This is shit.”

“Is it?”

Jimin climbs off the bed, draining the warm content down the drain.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” Jimin announces, pulling out clothes out of his bag. “When I’m back and done, we’re gonna talk, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Jeongguk ends up drifting in and out of a light slumber whilst Jimin’s showering, taking a power nap to restore some of his energy. He only shifts when he hears shuffling around in the room, subconsciously pulling the duvet over his head and grumbling under his breath. It only takes a few more minutes before he stirs awake, rubbing his eyes as he blinks open.

He’s met with a sight that takes his breath away.

Jimin’s wandering around the suite aimlessly, without having an ounce of clue about how sexy he is. How sexy he looks. He’s wearing a silk pyjama top, black with ‘baby’ embroidered on the breast pocket. He’s wearing no bottoms but when he bends over to pick up something from his bag, lacey black panties is revealed underneath.

Jeongguk’s mouth hangs open, watering just at the delicious sight. His hands itch to grab ahold of Jimin, to touch over him and feel the panties that he’s wearing but he remains quiet, waiting.

Jimin turns back around, startling. “Oh, you’re awake.”

His cheeks warm and he instinctively tugs the material of his shirt down, trying to conceal himself further. He has never been shy around Jeongguk but his timid behaviour only makes Jeongguk more aroused.

“I’m awake.”

“I… I.”

(Mood: SoMo - We Can Make Love)

“Come here, Jimin.”

There’s no question behind the order, not leaving any room for argument. Jimin’s cheeks redden further but he doesn’t disobey, licking his lips as he cuts the gap between them. He walks to Jeongguk’s bedside, his legs touching the frame as he looks down at the man.

“Like what you see?” Jimin whispers.

Jeongguk reaches out to feel the silk fabric between his fingers, trailing upwards to trace over ‘baby’.

“You like being called baby?”

Jimin’s eyes flutter shut and he offers a helpless shrug. “Perhaps, I do.”

“Want me to call you baby?”

Jimin shuffles forward, keening. “Yes.”

“Baby,” Jeongguk purrs, his hand disappearing underneath the silk shirt. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

“Tell me. Show me.”

“Oh, I will,” he promises, hands groping Jimin’s ass over the lace panties. “I swear I will.”

They both beam at each other with intensity. Jimin’s pupils are dark, lust laced in them as his fingers reach out to grab ahold of Jeongguk’s forearm. There’s a sense of urgency in his voice when he whimpers, silently asking for something more but not letting the words slip through his mouth.

Jeongguk recognises this and he chuckles lowly, groping him once more as he pulls the lacey material apart with his fingers.

“Come on the bed, baby.”

Jimin follows the order without complaint, smiling shyly as he crawls onto the mattress. He lays down on his back, spreading his legs apart so the silk shirt rides up his glorious body.

Jeongguk licks his lips as adjusts himself, hovering over the man. His hand wanders over the man’s body, feeling over his abs and his pecks. He reaches for Jimin’s nipples, pinching them lightly but delighting in the way Jimin reacts so prettily - his mouth hanging open, a soft gasp escaping him. He’s so adorable like this, awaiting for Jeongguk’s every next move.

“So pretty,” he praises, pushing the shirt up further so Jimin’s stomach is revealed, his panties on full show. “My gorgeous boy.”

The ‘my’ falls out of his mouth effortlessly, without even having to think about what he’s saying. Jimin tenses for a moment, his eyes widening in apparent disbelief before he relaxes.

“Please,” he begs, instead.

“I’ll give you everything you want.”

Jeongguk withdraws from bed so he can grab the lube he had packed, approaching Jimin with a smirk. Jimin responds with the same gesture, his own fingers travelling over his body.

“I opened myself up,” Jimin confesses, gesturing with a head nod in the direction of the bathroom. “During my shower.”

“Oh, did you?” Jeongguk’s eyes sparkle with amusement as he reclaims his spot in between Jimin’s thigh, hand clutching onto the front of his panties where Jimin’s cock is already half-hard and straining against the minimal material. He gives a rough rub, raising a brow. “Did I give you permission?”

“O-Oh,” Jimin whispers. “Do I need to ask, now?”

“Doubt you’d bother listening anyway, brat,” he mutters, slicking up a finger and sinking deep into Jimin without warning.

Jimin wants to say something but the words are caught up at the sudden intrusion, no sounds leaving his lips. He turns his head, hiding into the pillow as he nods in agreement. He raises his hips, silently asking for more.

Jeongguk doesn’t want to tease. He’s done with dragging out each moment, drawing out every word, every whimper. He knows Jimin’s body like his own, knows the ins and outs and today he wants something special.

He wants something to remember.

Even if everything is to crash down and burn after their talk and the possibility of their future relationship, their current dynamics to shatter - he wants to look back on this moment. He wants to smile upon remembering.

He fucks Jimin thoroughly with his fingers despite the fact that he’s met with little to no resistance, draping his body over Jimin’s so their chest to chest. Jimin’s keening into the digits, rolling his hips down so he can fuck himself down. When Jeongguk crooks his fingers in the right angle and prods against his bundle of nerves, Jimin’s moans only grow in volume with desperate pleas insistently leaving his lips.

“Kiss me?” Jimin asks, almost tentatively as if he’s not allowed to.

When Jeongguk presses their lips together as he presses his hard length into Jimin, he feels his soul coming to life. He has never figured out the meaning of life but he knows this comes close to a purpose when Jimin licks into his mouth, giving him something to purchase onto amidst his messy life.

Jeongguk had never realised that kissing could feel this right, this enlightening. With each smack of their lips and their filthy saliva exchanging, with each Jimin’s moan into his mouth as Jeongguk goes an inch deeper - Jeongguk thinks he wants to get used to this. He wants this for as long as he can hold onto it.

He has never believed in religion but this is something he can exert his faith into.

The panties are pushed aside and each delicious slide into Jimin feels like heaven, enveloping Jeongguk with pleasure that pings him so deeply, he’s not sure he can even breathe properly. Jimin’s like a vision beneath him, hair fanned out against the pillow. Jimin is his ecstasy.

He has opted to stare straight at Jeongguk as he gets fucked, eye contact unwavering but mouth unable to be clamped shut. He whispers Jeongguk’s name with every deep thrust, the name slipping out of him like second nature.

“G-Guk,” he struggles.

“Yeah, baby?” Jeongguk asks, lips over Jimin’s but untouching.

“Wanna…” He pauses, gesturing to himself. “Turn me over and fuck me, sweetheart. Please. Will you?”

The moment switches up as easily as that. He grins. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Neither of them last for much longer. Jimin settles on his hand and knees as Jeongguk pushes the panties aside, licking his lips as he buries into Jimin once again. The thrusts are faster, sharper this time and presses right up against his prostate with the deeper angle.

Jimin’s sounds only grow louder and it’s prominent enough that Jeongguk’s sure the other guests in the hotel rooms next door can hear. Jeongguk is relentless with his pace but with each rough thrust, his hand wanders over every inch of Jimin’s skin to feel him over.

Jeongguk comes first, deep inside of Jimin and he barely gives himself time to recover before he pulls out and turns Jimin back over.

They kiss lazily for a minute, tongues swiping together as they moan into each other’s mouth before Jimin begins to whine again. His own cock is still fully hard, nearly purple from the neglect, leaks precome across his stomach.

Jeongguk smirks as he lowers himself down, taking the man into his mouth and suckling on his head. He sucks Jimin off luxuriously but thoroughly before Jimin shouts his name, hand tightening in Jeongguk’s hair and comes down his throat.

They lay side-by-side as they collect themselves from their intense orgasms. Jimin looks completely worn out, an idle smile playing on his lips and his features stretched into complete relaxation.

He turns his head to face Jeongguk and whispers. “Let’s have that talk, yeah?”

(pls listen to this: Mood: Sleeping at Last - Saturn)

They end up walking along the road of their former boarding school.

The magnificent boarding school is located opposite the beach, the view showing off the Busan seas. It’s evening time, steadily growing darker and darker and there isn’t a single soul wandering the streets. The lights in the theatrical, pompous building are turned off.

It’s serene and it’s quiet.

Jeongguk can barely hear his thoughts above the sound of the blood rushing through his system, pumping twice as hard. Besides him, Jimin is walking next to him. They’re holding hands. Their fingers are intertwined and Jimin is squeezing like he’s afraid if he lets go, they’ll never touch each other again.

Once upon a time, each graze had been fleeting. Hesitant. But they seem so sure of themselves right now that it almost feels too good to be true.

“Wanna go down to the beach?” Jimin suggests quietly, his voice barely audible.

Jeongguk shakes his head as they stop near the bench on the street, outlooking across the sea. The waves are choppy and wild, slamming against the shore in an almost violent manner. The moon is reflecting into the water, shimmering and lighting up miles of darkness. It’s a beautiful sight.

“It’s cold,” he says as he sits down on the bench, patting the space next to him. “Just sit here with me.”

Jimin obliges without a word, shuffling as close as possible. They inhale each other’s body warmth, shivering against the coldness of Busan. A few moments pass before Jimin leans in even further and rests his head against Jeongguk’s shoulder, finding a home within Jeongguk’s body as he relaxes.

“So, what is it? This whole climax for this talk?” Jimin mentions once again, his curiosity leaking into his tone as he stares at Jeongguk with anticipation crawling in his features.

Jeongguk takes a deep breath. “I’m scared,” he admits in weakness, closing his eyes as he focuses on the sound of the sea. It’s almost comforting to him, bringing him back to days of boarding school when things weren’t so complicated. “I’m really scared because I don’t want this to end.”

“This?” Jimin gestures between the two of them. “Why would this end?”

“I might scare you off.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“You don’t know what I’m about to say, though.”

“And maybe I never will if you don’t open your damn mouth,” Jimin teases, his tone playful as he pinches Jeongguk’s thigh. There’s a reassuring smile sprawled across his lips, eyes crinkling. “C’mon. I know we’ve never seen eye-to-eye but surely you must know, you can trust me?”

Can he trust Jimin?

Jeongguk doesn’t know to answer. He has never dwelled on the question before, has never found any reason to do so because he’s never opened up to anyone before that isn’t Seokjin and Namjoon. With his hyung’s, Jeongguk trusts blindly and he’s never had to doubt otherwise.

With Jimin, the boundaries have always been blurred. He’s never been certain about what he can do, can’t do and how far he can go.

“I guess…” He answers eventually.

If Jimin wanted to destroy him, he has enough evidence to last for years and he hasn’t. Surely, that’s a good sign.

“Go on.”

“My dad…” he starts, already faltering as he pinches his brows and attempts to navigate through his thoughts, finding a starting point. “You know someone came to the penthouse yesterday, out of nowhere? It was my father.”

“Oh.”

Jimin grows quiet, a moment of reluctance pouring into his expression as he waits a beat before he audibly gulps. He lifts his head to meet Jeongguk’s eyes and prompts the man to continue, nodding.

“He knows.”

“He knows?” Jimin’s blurting out, aghast, without letting him finish.

“No, no!” He interrupts quickly, a short laugh bubbling out of him. “I mean, he’s suspicious. I guess.”

“How? We’ve been careful, we’ve always been careful.”

“Yeah, well… at the party, when I approached you - apparently not.”

“Oh,” Jimin whispers, falling silent. “Oh shit.” He adds as an afterthought.

“Yeah.”

“What did he say, then?” Jimin’s eyes widen. “Are you okay? Are you in danger? Is that why we’re here in Busan?”

Jeongguk tilts his torso, clamping Jimin’s mouth shut with the palm of his hand. Jimin stiffens under the hold, eyes going cross-eyed as he looks at the palm and raises a brow expectedly.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, removing his hand. “Just need you to shut up and let me talk.”

“Sorry. Go on.”

“I’m okay. I’m not in danger,” he explains first and foremost, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. “He’s making assumptions. He didn’t see anything incriminating, anything that could confirm what we’re doing together. But he’s suspicious, do you understand, Jimin?”

“Yeah. What is he going to do?”

“I don’t know,” he replies honestly with a twist downward of his lips. “He could do anything, truthfully. This is my father.”

“So, what are you trying to say?”

Jeongguk nibbles on his bottom lip. This is where it gets difficult. This is where the possibility of their relationship ending arises, causing a drift between them. He exhales a sharp breath, shrugging.

“This is either the start of something or the end of something.”

Jimin furrows his brows. “And now you’re talking in riddles.”

“Not riddles,” he laughs. Jeongguk gathers the last ounce of courage in his system, reaching out for Jimin’s hand. He laces their fingers together and rests them back on his own lap. “What I’m saying is, you have a chance to run if you want to, Jimin. We can end all of this and we can pretend it never happened. I’ll continue to be your partner and we’ll work together but that’s it. We can’t keep going if it’s dangerous for us.”

Jimin squeezes tightly, contemplating. Turbulence takes over his features, lapsing into silence as he waits. Neither of them speak for a minute, still hand-in-hand as they glance out across the sea.

“I don’t want this to end,” he finally says quietly.

Jeongguk can’t help but squeeze their hands, his eyes fluttering shut. Each vein in his body is overcome with relief, relief, relief. He doesn’t want it to end. Relieved.

“Yeah?” He breathes out.

Jimin nods, looking his way. “I can’t… I don’t.” He pauses, struggling as his eyes remain blank and void of emotions as if he’s retreating into his safe place to avoid getting hurt at the end of this conversation. “I don’t want this to end. I can’t let it end.”

“What about our families, though?” Jeongguk jumps into the deep end immediately. “Your dad, my dad. Our circumstances--”

“I don’t give a shit about my father.”

“But--”

“But nothing, Guk. I have no respect for him and he sure as hell isn’t influencing my decision.”

“He’s your father,” Jeongguk says, albeit a little surprised.

Jimin’s eyes are feral this time, quickly transforming to a mingle of frustration and desperation. “My father?” He repeats with a sudden chortle, empty and humorless. “A father loves their family, their significant other and their children. They don’t cheat on their wives with underage girls, they don’t raise their hands on their son.” He pauses after the confession and Jeongguk’s chest inflates, the image of Jimin’s bruise filtering into his mind. “They don’t get underage girls pregnant and abandon them and they sure as hell do not call their children faggots in order to hide their own sins. He is no father of mine and he hasn’t been for a while… and well, well.” He stops. “He’s not influencing me and you. He never has.”

Jeongguk’s mouth clamps shut, regret flashing in his eyes as he processes Jimin’s words of unfiltered distress, sinking into him slowly then, all at once. He has, to some extent, been aware of the visible turmoil between the father and son. Anyone who bothers to observe their interactions for more than a few minutes will see. It all makes sense now.

Jimin’s frigidity around his father, his reluctance to associate with him and opting to sit with Jeongguk at any given chance. His flinches whenever Mr. Park comes too long. His adamance to go against anything Kia stands for.

The bruise… the prominent, painful bruise that still has remnants lingering on Jimin’s beautiful face even more.

“Was that him?” Jeongguk attempts to control his growing anger, pushing it down so he doesn’t react too fast, too soon. “The bruise. Was it him?”

Jimin goes still before answering quietly. “Yeah.”

“Fucking hell.”

“It was just one punch.”

“That does not make it any better, Jimin!” His voice goes up an octave, having to take a deep breath. “Jimin,” he repeats in a softer tone, looking in his direction. “It isn’t okay.”

“I know,” Jimin agrees immediately. “Which is why I’m telling you, I don’t care what my father says. I don’t care what he will or won’t do. I’m here and I’m with you and I’ve been with you for years, whether or not you want to admit it.”

“Jimin--”

“It was never just hate sex to me, okay?” Jimin’s tone is snappy, resigning with a sigh that sounds defeated. “Never.”

Jeongguk doesn’t know what to say. In this moment of time, he could confess his own feelings and pour out things he kept in the closet, hidden away from anyone and himself. He could come to term with the reality and the weight of this situation, it had always been more difficult than just ‘no strings attached’.

Jimin’s sincerity rings clear and loud to both of them. He has never beaten around the bush, has never lied nor downplayed his own feelings. His brutal honesty has always been a outstanding factor about him.

“Okay…” Jeongguk finally says after a minute of contemplating. “Okay.”

“Okay, what? I don’t wanna play games anymore. This isn’t a game to me anymore.”

Jeongguk sucks in a breath, nodding. A part of him wants to remain in his little delusional, comforted by the smothering lies that embrace him because he’s safe there.

Another part of him doesn’t want to keep masking himself away from the truth. He’s not straight and he’s not in love with a fictional, fake girlfriend. He’s queer and he doesn’t want to pretend he’s ashamed of this fact, he wants to face terror headfirst.

Fear is knowing accepting yourself is accepting a fate of dismay and anxiety, of having to look over your shoulder and protecting yourself with each step in life. Fear is knowing your father won’t hesitate to kill you, erase your existence and act like nothing has even happened.

Jeongguk is embracing the fear. Jimin makes him feel strong enough to do.

“It’s not a game to me either,” Jeongguk whispers. His voice quivers and his chest inflates, positivity outshining the gloom that’s embedded within him. “I don’t want it to be any longer.”

“What does this mean for us, Guk?”

“I… I don’t know, baby,” he sighs. “I don’t wanna jump so fast into something that can tear us apart with a blink of an eye, I’m sure you can understand that?” Jeongguk pauses, waiting for the older man’s affirmation before continuing. “I want to be strong, I want to be with you but I also need to be mindful of our situations and what it could do to us.”

“Where do we start?”

“We… we take each day as it comes.” Jeongguk offers a firm squeeze to their conjoined fingers. “We’re in Busan so let’s make the most of it for the time being, don’t you think that’s a good idea?”

Jimin’s smile is blinding, taking over every other feature as his eyes crinkle shut. Jeongguk’s heart gives out a little, clenching painfully in his chest now that he can shamelessly appreciate Jimin’s beauty. He’ll dedicate everyday towards making sure Jimin knows exactly how beautiful he is. No matter what it’ll take.

It’s a start of something new and Jeongguk will make it work because his angst, pining teenage-self from boarding school is rooting for him this time.

Later that night, they make love.

It feels like making love, anyway. Jeongguk has never done it before so he doesn’t know how it’s supposed to be but this feels right.

Jimin is facing him, his back against the headboard and his legs are wrapped around Jeongguk’s waist tightly. His face is scrunched up in bliss, euphoria pouring through his features with his mouth hanging open, soft moans leaving his lips and ‘please baby, more, sweetheart. That’s it. Just like that, sweetheart.’

Jeongguk thrusts into him slowly but deeply, pressing up against his prostate and barely withdrawing each time. Jimin meets him halfway, rolling his hips backwards as his fingers dig into Jeongguk’s forearm.

They come together and this time, Jimin doesn’t say another word.

He simply curls up into Jeongguk’s personal space without a hint of shame, snuggling his nose into the other man’s neck. They breathe heavily, trying to come down from their high.

He only whispers, “goodnight, baby,” to Jeongguk before falling asleep within minutes.

Jeongguk circles an arm around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer and he finds himself wishing he can hold onto this moment forever.

(Mood: Rihanna - We Found Love

The next morning, Jimin stirs awake from his slumber to muted conversation drifting through the hotel room. He groans, trying to turn over and go back to sleep but a door is slammed shut and he jolts, sitting upright.

Jeongguk is humming a nonsensical tune under his breath, rolling a trolley into the room and stopping it besides the bed. The trolley is decked out with all sorts of breakfast food, ranging from savoury to sweet and Jimin blinks a few times as he observes through all the options.

“What is this?” He lamely asks, voice hoarse from sleep.

Jeongguk looks bright, like he woke up on the sun today. His features are shining, his eyes full of life unlike his usual dull, reserved self. His aura is contagious and Jimin finds a smile creeping on his face, helpless to how whipped he is for Jeongguk.

Jeongguk turns to him, grinning now. “Breakfast?” He states the obvious.

“Yeah, well. I noticed that.”

“Room service.”

“I noticed that too, thanks.”

He rolls his eyes, letting out a giggle. “I thought we could have breakfast in bed before we head back?”

Jimin groans, dramatically falling back into bed as his fringe fans out across his forehead and conceals his vision. He pulls the duvet over his head, snuggling further into the sheets.

“I refuse to move,” he says firmly. “I am never leaving Busan. Too good to me.”

“We have to.”

“Nope!”

Jeongguk giggles again before there’s a shift, rustle of the sheets as Jeongguk crawls right up to him. The warmth surrounds Jimin at once, his lips dragging upwards instinctively as a hand reaches out to pull the duvet down. Jeongguk’s revealed, his fond smile and his crinkled eyes.

“Peek-a-boo,” Jeongguk whispers.

Jimin blinks. “Who even are you this morning?”

“Why? What makes you say that?” He laughs, his fingers touching Jimin’s forehead and pushing his bangs off his face, rubbing Jimin’s temple gently for a second before pulling away.

“You’re just… happy.”

Jeongguk pauses, almost like he’s just made the same realisation. “I think I am.”

Jimin’s lower stomach tightens as butterflies erupt within him, making him feel dizzy for a minute. He starts to laugh, desperately trying to cover out how nervous he really sounds. This is all real now. They both clearly like each other, they’ve confessed and now they’re moving towards something together. There’s an end goal.

Perhaps, that’s why Jeongguk is suddenly more comfortable around him. He doesn’t have to hold up a pretence, build up a wall to conserve himself.

“Kiss me,” Jimin asks.

Jeongguk doesn’t need to be told twice. He looks adoringly at Jimin for a second, pupils studying his for a minute before he closes the gap between them and presses their lips together.

It’s a fairly decent kiss, despite the morning breath, and Jimin is appeased when he pulls away.

“I could get used to that,” Jimin comments.

Jeongguk hums and he doesn’t offer a reply but his grin is enough. “Breakfast time?”

Jimin shuffles, sitting up so he can lean against the headboard before offering a tentative, gentle smile.

“Hit me with the food.”

Jeongguk grabs the trolley, rolling it towards them. He starts to reveal the food, offering Jimin the selection. In the end, he chooses a slice of toast with fried egg and some orange juice as Jeongguk goes for a cup of coffee and a selection of croissants, nibbling on them and not really consuming them wholly.

“When do we check-out?” Jimin questions, disappointment already settling into him. This break, regardless of how short it’s been, has been a means of liberation for him, away from the expectations placed on him.

“Noon,” Jeongguk answers, smile turned downwards at the reminder.

A few more hours. Jimin hums as he continues to chew on his toast, staring out into the distance from the view of their balcony. The Busan sea is considerably smoother today than yesterday, stretching on for miles with residents wandering around the shore.

“Then we head back?”

Jimin knows the answer but he asks anyway, watching Jeongguk nod and heaving out a sigh.

The ride back to Seoul is quiet, for the most part, but it’s comfortable and it feels like they’ve settled a established boundary between them. They don’t have to talk all the time for their relationship to be steady. They don’t have to fuck all the time to be okay.

Jeongguk turns on the car radio and sing along to some of their favourite songs, belting out the high notes and laughing together when their voices crack. Halfway through, Jeongguk stops to purchase some McDonald’s and they park up in the lot, devouring greasy fast food like they’ve never eaten it before. Jimin doesn’t remember the last time he had a beef burger so cheap, yet so delicious as he moans around a biteful of food.

It feels normal, like they never were born into an unfortunate circumstance where they are practically royalty.

Right now, it feels like they’re just normal young adults who’ve discussed what it means to crush on each other and to be able to accept it. They feel like broke young adults who don’t have enough money for a proper meal so they’re camping out in the car, eating ordinary food.

Jimin wants to relish this. He wants to bathe in the feel of being normal.

When they arrive back outside Jimin’s apartment, Jeongguk cuts off the engine and turns to face him. His smile has turned wry, a sense of impending melancholy that can be detected.

“I guess this is it, huh?”

“This is it?” Jimin repeats, nudging his shoulder. “Why are you acting like we’re breaking up?”

“We were never together to be broken up.”

There’s a pause before Jimin adds on quietly “Not yet.”

Jeongguk’s expression remains painfully neutral as he nods slowly, his body pulled taut as he licks his lips. “Not yet,” he finally agrees, voice small.

“Are you going to be okay? With your dad?”

Jeongguk nods again though he doesn’t look certain. “I’m gonna have to be, aren’t I?”

Without thinking, Jimin pulls in and grabs ahold of Jeongguk’s hand. He wraps them up in his own, tugging the man forward with all the force in his body. Their lips crash together for a quick, chaste kiss before he whispers against Jeongguk’s lips.

“We’ll figure it out, okay?”

Jeongguk softens. “Yeah.”

With that, Jimin pecks him one more time before withdrawing. He grabs his sunglasses, securing them over his face and pulling the mask on. Even if it’s not enough to successfully obscure him, it’ll have to do for the time being. He blows a playful kiss to Jeongguk before he climbs out, running into his block hastily.

The whole meeting, Jimin can feel Mr. Jeon’s eyes drilling into him.

It’s unfortunate that Jeongguk is nowhere to be seen. Whether he bailed out of this meeting last minute or he was never invited at all is questionable but Jimin feels bare and stripped naked by Mr. Jeon’s unrelenting, pointed stare.

He shifts uncomfortably on his chair. He finds himself subconsciously pulling the blazer over his body, trying to conceal as much of himself as he can as if it’ll make it any better. For some reason, it’s irking him more than he cares to admit. Perhaps because he knows Mr. Jeon is suspicious.

Once the meeting is concluded, Jimin is quick to jump up and out of his seat.

He packs his papers full of lumber, words not making any sense as throws the leather bag over his shoulder. He’s so quick to running out before Mr. Jeon calls his name.

“Jimin. A word, please.”

He freezes when he hears the words, knowing he can’t escape now. Not if he wants to raise even more questions. He stops, letting out a sigh as he watches his father walk out without another glance backwards, apparently not too concerned about Jimin’s affairs. They haven’t talked since the punch.

“Yes?” Jimin finally turns to face him once the meeting room has been emptied.

Mr. Jeon extends a hand. “Show me your notes for today, please.”

It’s a direct order, not a single hint of humour evident in his voice. Jimin narrows his eyes, feeling something ugly trickle down his spine.

“Excuse me?”

“I’d like to see your notes, Jimin.”

“I don’t see why that’s necessary.”

“I’m the leader and founder of this business plan, that’s why. I don’t need to answer to you. So.” He steps forward, trying to exert dominance between the two of them. “Notes, please.”

“And I don’t need to answer to you, either. We’re partners, Mr. Jeon.”

“Hence why what’s mine is yours.”

“Show me your notes then,” Jimin challenges, feeling high from the words that roll off his tongue but also dread. He waits, keeping unwavering eye contact with Mr. Jeon.

“You’re really something, aren’t you?”

It’s the first time Mr. Jeon has directly addressed his apparent, lingering distaste for Jimin. He’s no stranger to people disliking him. Jimin is not afraid to be who he is, showcasing his sexuality and never backing down from a dispute if he has to prove his point. He has a reputation amongst the industry and maybe, that’s why his father stopped liking him.

He is no stranger to prejudice, to unexplained opinions about himself being thrown around. He knows Mr. Jeon takes part in that even if Jeongguk won’t say so himself. Jimin isn’t a fool.

“Something, like what?”

“Just…” Mr. Jeon’s upper lip snarls and he’s so close to saying something that Jimin can pin onto but the older man is wiser, stopping short. “You’re dismissed.”

Jimin chuckles humorlessly and without a word, he leaves the meeting room before he can be held back a minute longer.

Finding himself at Jeongguk’s penthouse is not out of the ordinary nowadays. He, somehow, gravitates towards the luxurious house and the man himself. He usually arrives with good news, with the aching need to get fucked but today, he turns up with seething, boiling anger that simmers underneath his skin.

When Jeongguk retrieves the door and notices his unguarded, noticeable anger - he narrows his eyes.

“Jiminie?” He asks, voice a little hesitant as he opens the door further and allows the man through.

“Jiminie?” He repeats. “What?”

“It’s a… nickname? A familiar name given instead of a real name as a form of endearment--”

“I know what nicknames are, Guk,” he laughs, shaking his head fondly. Even just being around Jeongguk has made waves of frustration roll off his shoulders, feeling a little unburdened already. “I just didn’t expect you to call me one.”

“Well, it’s time we drop formalities now, shouldn’t we?”

“Not like you ever used honorifics around me, ass.”

Jeongguk shrugs. “I don’t use honorifics for anyone. Except Seokjin and Namjoon hyung.”

“Why? You exempt of the rule because you’re rich?”

“Shut up,” he laughs heartily, his expression bursting with liveliness as he tugs Jimin into the penthouse by the hand. “What’s wrong? You look pissed.”

“I am pissed.”

“Why?”

“Why weren’t you at the meeting, huh?”

Jimin walks over to the couch, presuming it’s safe to invite himself by now, as he flops down onto the leather seats. He groans, stretching his legs out and situating himself. Jeongguk looks amused, sitting down besides him a little more gracefully. He looks beautiful in his casual apparel, a striped baggy t-shirt and sweatpants.

“I wasn’t asked to come,” Jeongguk shrugs. “Did you go?”

“That’s where I’m coming from.”

“Oh.” His face falls a little, lips twisting into a slight snarl. “Did someone say something, try to do something?”

Jimin laughs bitterly. “Your father, specifically.”

Jeongguk’s head rolls over towards him on the couch, furrowing his brows in apparent dismay.

“What the fuck did he do?”

“Nothing, to be honest. I guess he was trying to intimidate me, or something? Get under my skin. It worked a little bit. Frustrating, if anything.”

“What did he say?”

“He said I was ‘really something’ but didn’t say anything else about it.”

“Fuck him. He’s such a fucking asshole.”

Jeongguk’s pronounced anger radiates in the room, clear to anyone. Jimin narrows his eyes suspiciously, staring at him in confusion. He has never seen Jeongguk directing so much distaste towards his father so openly, always burying how he really feels and putting on a facade.

This, right now, is definitely not a facade.

“It’s fine,” Jimin attempts to soothe the situation immediately. “Let’s just… forget it.”

They lapse into silence. Jeongguk still looks perplexed, his bottom lip snagged between his teeth as he bites down and licks away the specks of blood that appears from his harsh act. Jimin sighs as he reaches out, placing a hand on the man’s thigh and squeezing.

“You okay, though?” Jeongguk asks.

“Yeah, yeah. I just have this bad back right now.” He groans, rolling his shoulders. “It hurts.”

(Mood: Ella Eyre - We Don’t Have To Take Our Clothes Off)

“Oh, is it?” The younger man is already shifting, getting off the couch. “Let me massage it.”

Jimin’s eye line follows him, widening almost comically. There has been a shift in dynamics, something they’re both aware of, but it has never been his conspicuous. Jeongguk’s change in behaviour has been quick and effortless, almost like he’s unleashing second nature.

“U-uh,” he hesitates before noticing Jeongguk’s adamant expression, nodding. “Okay.”

“Lay down on the couch and take your shirt off.”

Jimin follows the orders, exhaling a soft grunt as he rolls over and throws the shirt over his head. For the first time, this position isn’t being used for sex and rather, a place of comfort. Jeongguk re-appears with a bottle of pure essential oil, humming as he settles behind like he does this everyday.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Jimin inquires curiously.

“I used to get massages a lot.”

“Oh, really?”

“Mhmm. When I first started working with my father, I’d get really stiff in my neck area,” he explains as he gets to work, popping open the oil bottle and spreading a dollop over Jimin’s defined back. He purrs, feeling over the man’s muscles. “I guess, from stress? I don’t know. Anyway. I observed a lot and I guess I learnt a few tips and tricks.”

The cool fingertips, in contrast to the warmed up oil, feels heavenly to Jimin. His eyes flutter shut instinctively, raising his body back a little to chase the sensation. Jeongguk kneads at his skin, working expertly and efficiently and Jimin feels robbed that he has never had the chance to experience this before.

“Poor Jeongguk. Overworked.”

“Always.”

“I’ll return the favour to you one day.”

“Good.”

Jimin barks out a soft laugh, settling further into the couch. He allows himself to drift off into a pleasant headspace, dazed and floaty.

“Did you ever imagine the great and mighty Jeon Jeongguk would massage his arch nemesis, his older, Jimin?” He asks a minute later.

Jeongguk chuckles himself as he spreads the oil up to his shoulder, rolling the stiffness out as he searches for knots of tension. As he uses his thumb to press down, Jimin can feel his muscles feeling lighter. He lets out a moan, helpless to how good he feels.

“Not really, no,” Jeongguk admits as his hands drift up to Jimin’s neck. He massages carefully. “You ever thought about choking?”

Jimin sputters at the random question. “W-What?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs, tightening his hand over Jimin’s neck before immediately letting go. “It’s hot, no?”

Jimin’s cheeks burn with the embarrassment, his stomach clenching at the question. The mere thought of being underneath Jeongguk, being fucked hard whilst choked is enough to fill his system with thrill as well as anticipation. He holds his breath, not answering him.

“Fair enough,” Jeongguk relents. “I understand it’s not everyone’s cup of tea--”

“No! I want.”

“Oh, do you?” He smirks.

The massage doesn’t last for much longer. Once Jeongguk has reached every inch of skin he can manage and make each ball of tension smaller, they run into the bedroom together.

They giggle as clothes are teared off, their lips meeting in messy, filthy kisses with their tongues swiping against each other. Jeongguk opens Jimin up hastily but properly, his fingers reaching deep inside of Jimin and prodding against his prostate. When he pushes into Jimin, the older man looks at him and conveys as much seriousness as he can manage.

“Choke me, please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Please.” He nods, eager.

Jeongguk is hesitant but his actions are firm and portray anything but, confident in himself. He keeps his strokes hard and relentless, pressing up against Jimin’s bundle of nerves. When his hand tightens around Jimin’s neck and his airways are cut off, Jimin finds himself soaring.

He feels nothing but he feels everything. All he can focus on is the hard thrusts, mouth hanging open but unable to breathe. His hand flies out to hold onto Jeongguk’s forearm and before he can try to push him away, he comes hard all over himself.

As they come down from their high once they’ve both orgasmed, Jimin turns up to him with a lazy, contented smile.

“You wanna meet my friends, Guk?” He whispers the question, almost afraid he’ll be met with rejection. “They deserve a chance to know who you really are. They’re important to me and so are you.”

Jeongguk is silent and doesn’t respond at first, snuggling into Jimin’s side and keeping a hand running through the other man’s strands. He looks troubled for a minute, humming.

“Are you sure they’d want to meet me?”

“Of course,” he answers without a second thought. “I want them to know who you really are, not misconceptions that they’ve believed.”

Another minute of quietness before Jeongguk reaches up, pecking Jimin’s lips.

“Sure.”

(Mood: Lord Huron - Fool For Love)

Jeongguk stands outside the apartment with a bottle of the finest, most expensive wine he could find on a short notice as well as a dessert dish. His maid had prepared peach cobbler and he had decided it’d only be courteous to arrive with something from his part, too.

Hoseok is the one who answers the door.

Behind him stands Yoongi, their fingers laced together and their proximity too close to be just a friendly interaction. Both of their smiles grow a little upon noticing Jeongguk at the door. Hoseok’s even more so when he realises wine has been brought, squealing.

“You’re officially on the good list!” Hoseok claims, dropping Yoongi’s hand as the man is all but forgotten as he reaches forward and snatches the wine off Jeongguk.

Jeongguk watches in bewilderment as the bottle leaves him, eyeing the chirpy man disappear into the apartment. Yoongi looks sheepish, both exasperated but expression crawling with fondness.

“He’s… a little wired. He had caffeine,” Yoongi explains.

“It’s fine.”

They stare at each other at the door for a minute, standing before each other without a word to be exchanged. Every encounter he’s had with Yoongi has been far from pleasant for obvious reasons. Yoongi has every right to doubt Jeongguk and his intentions, his acts and the injustice he’s treated Jimin with.

But right now, Yoongi looks… normal.

Without the barriers he holds before himself and Jeongguk and the stiff business suits, he looks almost welcoming.

Yoongi’s smile stretches out further, revealing a gummy smile. He extends a hand. “Yoongi. Min Yoongi. I’ve never introduced myself properly and I apologise for that. I’m Jimin’s secretary.”

It’s nothing Jeongguk didn’t know. He’s been aware of Yoongi for as long as the older man has been employed, keeping track of him and his involvement in Jimin’s life in subtle ways. But nevertheless, the formal and proper introduction feels like a landmark moment.

“I’m Jeon Jeongguk, hi.”

“Don’t we know it?”

He laughs. “Is Jimin paying you to be so nice to me?”

Yoongi looks impressed with the shot at humor, brows shooting up. “Potentially. We’re all on our best behaviour tonight.” He shakes his head. “Kidding. Come on in. What’s that?”

Jeongguk hands the dish over. “Peach cobbler.”

“I’m guessing you didn’t make it.”

“I fucking wish.”

Yoongi chuckles and takes the dish off him, gesturing for Jeongguk to go into the living room whilst he leaves for the kitchen.

Jeongguk feels nervous all over like he’s about to meet ‘the parents’ for the first time. He desperately wants Jimin’s friends approval, knowing they hold the most respect and love in Jimin’s life. He wants to make sure he also falls under that category.

He had only ever craved approval from his father in a different, distinct manner but right now, he wants it because he wants to start a potential, future relationship with Jimin.

The scene in the living room is immensely domestic, making Jeongguk’s heart rocket for a minute.

Jimin’s sitting on the couch with the wine bottle he had purchased, eyes examining over the label. Taehyung’s stretched out, legs resting in Jimin’s lap with an adorable, small pomeranian licking his face. Hoseok’s standing above them, clapping his hand happily.

Yoongi emerges back into the room, flashing Jeongguk a small, reserved smile before approaching Hoseok and giving him a back hug.

The scene before him is family. They are family.

It almost makes him envious. He has Seokjin and he has Namjoon but their bond has never been this intimate, has never established beyond meeting everyday at the office and occasionally at an elite bar. Seokjin will visit the penthouse every now and then to check up on him.

They all look so serene with each other, relaxed and within their own comfort zone - Jeongguk can only wish he had a family of his own.

“Guk,” Jimin’s the first one to talk, eyes crinkled from his smile stretching from ear-to-ear. “Red wine.” He raises the bottle. “My favourite.”

“I figured.”

Jimin carefully extracts Taehyung’s limbs off him, standing up and wandering to him. They face each other with little to no space between them, apparently the definition of personal space has disappeared alongside their new rules. Jimin looks overwhelmed with affection. The eyes of his friends are fixated on them, all three of them holding his breath.

Before Jimin’s leaning in and pecking his lips.

“Thank you.”

They’ve never kissed before anyone else. They’re still adapting themselves, almost bashful about the newfound intimacy they share. Jeongguk stiffens slightly but as Jimin pulls away, his heart swells and he finds himself relaxing.

“You’re welcome.”

Silence stretches on before Taehyung’s cheering, following after Jimin and thrusting out the dog to him. Jeongguk blinks as a pomeranian is handed to him, holding the dog tightly to his chest.

“I’m Taehyung, the best-friend and this is my dog: Misu. She’s really warm to everyone she meets so don’t worry. Pet her.”

He focuses on Misu who’s staring up to him, fidgeting under his hold. He raises the dog closer to him, petting her gently. Misu melts right under his touch, letting out a soft whine that has Jeongguk smitten from the first gaze.

“Isn’t she adorable?” Jimin asks, chuckling as he scratches under his chin, running his hand over her fur.

“She is.”

Once the introductions are done, Yoongi and Hoseok excuse themselves to prepare dinner for tonight. Taehyung watches Jeongguk and Jimin skirt around each other warily before also dismissing himself, grabbing Misu and wandering after the boys to help.

“Are they boyfriends?” Jeongguk questions as soon as they’re out of earshot, nodding towards Yoongi and Hoseok.

Jimin hums in affirmation. “Yeah, they are. They’ve been together for only a few months, though.”

Jeongguk’s gaze follows to where the three of them are crowded around the ornate kitchen. Taehyung’s climbed onto the counters, legs dangling off the edge with Misu in his lap as he guides the clueless boyfriends through the recipe they’re preparing.

“They’re pretty cute.”

Jimin’s watching with longing eyes as if that’s all he wants for himself, staring for a moment too long before he snaps out of his trance. When he looks back, there’s a sense of gloom behind his pupils. Jeongguk wishes he could promise him something but he doesn’t want to say something in case he can’t fulfil it.

“They are,” Jimin agrees. “I’ve always been envious of them.”

The answer as to why is obvious but he asks anyway. “Why?”

“Because… well. I don’t know. They’re cute and get along well and perhaps, I’m just a dreamer but I want that too.”

Jeongguk softens at the explanation. “That’s not a dreamer. Wanting that is a really realistic goal.”

“I guess…”

Turbulence takes over Jimin’s face, looking perplexed and uncertain as he fiddles with the hem of his shirt. Relationships obviously mean something to him, something he holds close and admires, wants something for himself. It makes Jeongguk wonder why he allowed himself to be tied down to a bond where they have held nothing but sex for each other.

Before Jeongguk can say anything to reassure the man, Taehyung appears back in the living room. He holds a spoonful of food in Jeongguk’s direction.

“Taste this,” he almost demands. “What do you think?”

It’s homemade rice pudding and he happily licks up the spoon, nodding. “It’s good.”

“Yeah?” Taehyung brightens. “We’re adopting and officially keeping Jeongguk, he compliments my cooking!”

Jimin rolls his eyes, kicking Taehyung in the ass to push him away as the man giggles and walks off back to the kitchen.

“He’s a little weird sometimes,” Jimin mumbles. “Always seeking for praise.”

“Praise kink?”

“I assume so.”

They sit out in the living room for a little while longer, idly conversing with each other as Misu runs up to Jeongguk and demands attention once again. After having practically grown up around his own family dog, Haru, Jeongguk is comfortable with pets and he’s easily able to give Misu what she wants.

It’s domestic to be sitting with Jimin in his apartment, waiting for dinner with the sounds of his friends drifting in the background. It feels like something he could get used to.

Once dinner is ready and to be served, Jimin guides the man over to the dining table. Taehyung is setting out the table whilst Hoseok brings over the plates of prepared food, filling the plates with goodness. It smells wonderful, making Jeongguk’s mouth waters as he sits down besides Jimin and starts to eat.

He had expected to get drilled by Jimin’s friends. He had thought they’d demand answers from him for his behaviour since he had met Jimin, starting from boarding school.

But they’re not short of pleasant. Yoongi still looks wary and whenever Jimin and Jeongguk so much look in the same direction - he’s following and observing the action like he’s going to write a whole report about it. It’s a little uncomfortable to be the victim of Yoongi’s unforgiving gaze but he tries not to take it to heart, shrugging it off as he nibbles on the food.

“Are you staying over, Jeongguk?” Taehyung asks curiously, putting down his cutlery and looking at him expectedly.

Jeongguk had no plans of staying. He hadn’t even prepared an overnight bag but one look at Jimin and he can tell the man is hopeful.

“U-Uh, I don’t know.”

“Do you have a schedule tomorrow, for work?”

“No.”

“Then stay,” Taehyung says firmly, voice leaving absolutely no room for arguments.

Jimin laughs fondly. “This is my apartment, Tae. I think I get full rights over whether I want him to stay or not.”

“Why are you acting like you don’t want him to stay?”

The older man’s cheeks flush red for a minute, batting his hand in Taehyung’s direction. “Of course, I want him to stay.”

“I have no clothes…” Jeongguk adds, considering he has no choice in the situation regardless.

“Borrow some of Jimin’s.”

Taehyung doesn’t let either of them budge on the matter and Jimin finally relents, agreeing that Jeongguk can stay. They excuse themselves to the bedroom after dinner, allowing the boyfriends to clear up whilst Jeongguk decides to take a shower and change into Jimin’s clothes.

Jimin’s resting against the headboard, idly using his phone, looking up when Jeongguk enters the room. A smile erupts on his face, playful and endearing.

“You look good in my clothes,” he comments.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes as he slumps into bed. “Your friends seem to like me.”

“I told you, they would.”

“It’s still weird that they actually did.”

“Well, get used to it. I’m tired of you seeing yourself as this monster or something when you’re a great man and deserve people to see that too.”

Jeongguk hides his face into the mattress, trying to bite back the grin that threatens to take over his features. He blushes a little, feeling flushed as he finally looks up to Jimin.

“Thank you,” he murmurs.

Jimin furrows his brows, reaching out to run his fingers through the man’s still damp hair. “For what?”

“For accepting me as I am, for making me feel like I deserve a chance to be liked as well.”

The older man softens visibly, his wrinkles smoothed out as he reaches out to hold Jeongguk’s hand. He leans in, pressing a quick, chaste kiss on Jeongguk’s lips. He tugs him up so they’re laying side-by-side.

“Go to sleep,” he says, instead.

For the first time, they don’t have sex. They look at each other for a few minutes in the darkness of the room that envelopes them. The longer Jeongguk stares, the more fondness swells in the pits of his stomach as he realises he could stay here and observe Jimin forever. He’s so beautiful and he has all the privilege to appreciate Jimin for who he is.

“Goodnight,” Jimin whispers just before he goes under, kissing his forehead before pulling away and snuggling under the covers.

Jeongguk waits until the man’s breathing grows heavier and his chest evens out, clear sign that he’s asleep, before muttering. “Goodnight.”

Sleep comes easier to him than ever tonight.

Chapter Text

When Jeongguk wakes up, he’s snuggled up against the man of his dreams.

Jimin’s still under, deep in his slumber, as he snores softly against Jeongguk’s neck. His mouth hangs open a little, eyes screwed up together with waves of peacefulness displayed over his features. His free arm is wrapped around Jeongguk’s waist, clutching onto him tightly.

The sight is endearing. It causes Jeongguk’s stomach to erupt with butterflies, the sensation relentless and making his chest swell. He should hate the effect Jimin has on him. But he can’t.

“G’morning,” he whispers under his breath, kissing Jimin’s cheek carefully, as to not stir him from his sleep.

Jimin still grumbles, regardless, but smacks his lips together and remains asleep.

Jeongguk decides to make a move. He gently detangles his body from Jimin’s, reaching for his phone to check his messages and unread emails. The first thing he’s met with Namjoon informing him that he’s expected at the factory where they’ve made a start on designing the new motor models and they’re waiting for both Jeongguk and Jimin’s appearance for a progress check.

He had thought he’d be free of a schedule but a last minute meeting has ruined his plans.

He groans, answering Namjoon that he’ll be there before silencing all alerts and deciding to make a move. He runs his hand through his unkempt hair, opting for some breakfast before he wakes up Jimin.

Still clad in just his boxers, Jeongguk walks into the kitchen but he’s met with Yoongi and Hoseok. The boyfriends.

He yelps, his hands coming to his front to cover himself as the sound alarms both Yoongi and Hoseok. Yoongi’s sitting on the counter with Hoseok slotted between his thighs, heavily making out with their breakfast food all but forgotten on the counter before them. Hoseok throws a look over his shoulder, a glare that melts into a soft, welcoming smile.

“Sorry,” Jeongguk murmurs apologetically, already making his way to retreat back into the bedroom.

“Oh, shut up,” Hoseok giggles, departing from his boyfriend and gesturing for Jeongguk to join him. “Come, have breakfast with us.”

It’s jarring and unusual how approachable both Hoseok and Yoongi have been through the whole ordeal, not allowing him to feel unwelcome even for a second. He had never imagined he would be accepted, wholeheartedly, for no reason other than people really did like him and who he is. There’s always an ulterior motive, people wanting to use him, his fame and his money to get ahead whilst leaving him in the dust.

But Hoseok has his fame, he has his money. Yoongi is already working for someone with fame and money. They don’t need to use him. Their antics are sincere.

“If you’re sure… if I’m not disturbing anything.”

Yoongi chuckles lowly, his head rolling back against the kitchen cabinet. “As much as we love Jimin, I really doubt having sex in his kitchen is the way to his heart.”

“I’d think so, too.”

“Would you like anything particular for breakfast?” Hoseok questions as he rummages through the fridge, picking out a selection.

“Mm. Anything quick and light is good.”

“Smoothie?”

“Perfect.”

Yoongi’s eyeing Jeongguk quietly, a faint smile mirrored on his face as Hoseok sets off to prepare the smoothie. There’s clear affection surrounding both of the boys, something that makes their relationship seem so effortless. Yoongi is enamored for Hoseok and it doesn’t take a stranger to realise this, obvious to anyone who monitors their behaviour around each other.

“Do you guys, just like… hang out here casually, or?” He asks curiously.

Yoongi laughs as Hoseok humours with a smirk, the blender going off for a minute before he answers.

“We have a key so we just stay around often or come around unannounced,” Hoseok explains as he shakes up the liquid before pouring it into a glass, handing it over. “Spinach, green apples and banana.”

Jeongguk accepts the prepared smoothie off him. “Thank you,” he says sincerely. “You all seem really close.”

“We are,” Hoseok agrees. “We’ve been together since boarding school. How can we not be?”

“Hey!” Yoongi protests, kicking Hoseok on the ass from behind. “Don’t exclude me, asshole.”

“Sorry, princess. You joined us too late so don’t complain.”

“It isn’t my fault I haven’t known Jimin since boarding school. I wasn’t born into money unlike you.”

“I wasn’t born into money!” He giggles, turning back around to swat his boyfriend. “My father worked really hard for his status, thank you very much.”

“Right.” Even as Yoongi rolls his eyes, he’s full to the brim with fondness, eyes crinkled with softness. He gestures Hoseok forward with his finger and when they start to kiss, Jeongguk considers it his cue to leave.

“Well!” He chuckles awkwardly. “I’ll just be in Jimin’s room, then.”

Hoseok breaks the kiss apart to throw Jeongguk another apologetic look. “See you later, buddy.”

(Mood: Harry Styles - Sweet Creature)

When Jeongguk retreats back into the bedroom, Jimin’s finally woken up. He’s still somnolent, hints of drowsiness filtering into his face as he lays on his side, burying his face into the pillow.

“Sleepyhead,” he calls for Jimin, walking up to him and leaning down to kiss the side of his forehead. “We have work today, get up.”

At the mention of work, Jimin’s eyes shut again. “That wasn’t a good way to wake me up.”

“C’mon.” He shakes Jimin gently. “We have to go to the factory and make notes on the vehicles being produced so far.”

“Can’t you go yourself?”

“They’re expecting you, too.”

Jimin groans but he finally opens one eye, his lips curling into a smile instinctively. He takes a minute, scanning over Jeongguk before the smile grows and he reaches out to hold onto Jeongguk’s hand.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Jimin greets.

“Good morning.”

“Give me a minute to shower, I’ll be right out.”

“We can’t go to the factory together,” Jeongguk reminds Jimin, squeezing his hand. “There will be other workers there.”

“Oh.” Jimin’s face falls a little.

“It’s okay. Just come in after me with Yoongi, yeah?”

Jimin nods in affirmation. He scrambles out of bed, stretching his arms out and rubbing his eyes sleepily before he stands up. He looks disturbed and wanting to escape back to the comfort of his bed.

Before he can wander off into the shower, Jeongguk reaches out for his hand again. He firmly, but gently, pulls the man back. Jimin stumbles a little, nearly stumbling over his footing as he ends up back in Jeongguk’s personal space.

Once they’re close enough, Jeongguk presses his lips against Jimin and kisses him deeply.

Despite the morning breath and the teeth clashing as Jimin adjusts to the spontaneous kiss, it still warms Jeongguk down to the core of his bones. He feels his insides lighting up, fulfilling him and feeling like he can finally start his day properly. When he pulls away, Jimin’s eyes are still closed but he’s biting his lip.

“Wow,” Jimin mumbles. “What was that for?” He asks as he opens his eyes again, looking at Jeongguk.

“Just… good morning. We should start every morning with a kiss.”

Jimin blinks a few times. “Who would’ve thought you were such a fan of kissing, huh?” He pecks Jeongguk’s lips once more before nodding in agreement. “Sure. Every morning we wake up together, we kiss.”

“And before we sleep.”

“Goodnight and good morning kiss.”

“Precisely.”

Jimin’s cheeks glow a little, rolling his eyes fondly. “Fucking weirdo,” he says before kissing him one last time, wandering off, back into the bathroom.

Jeongguk watches him go before sighing dramatically, wondering how he managed to get in so deep with Jimin and where it all started, where it’s all doomed to end. The question alone causes his chest to tighten in an uncomfortable manner, having to shake his head to push out the negative thoughts.

He changes into Jimin’s clothes, opting on a baggy and breezy white shirt and skin tight jeans. To make the outfit more casual, he rolls up the sleeves of the shirt and cuffs up the jeans. He checks over himself in the mirror, fixing his hair as Jimin walks out of the bathroom. He has a towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his bare chest.

“Oh,” he says with a grin as he immediately makes his way over to Jeongguk, slapping his ass once. “You look good in my clothes.”

Jeongguk jolts at the unexpected slap, reaching backwards to swat him.

“Dick.”

“Really, you look good,” Jimin praises, stepping back and letting his towel fall as he picks out a spare change of clothes from his wardrobe.

“Thanks.”

“Are you leaving now, then?”

Jeongguk hums. “Yeah. I need to call Seokjin hyung and ask him to pick me up.” He looks over his attire. “I wonder if this is acceptable.”

“Fuck it. Wear it. Business casual, huh?”

Jeongguk chuckles. “We have to be more formal than business casual, baby,” he reminds the man before shrugging. “Who cares? Not like anyone’s going to be taking notes on my attire.”

“That’s my boy! That’s the spirit!” Jimin teases before nodding, his expression morphing into something more serious. “Don’t let anyone tell you what you can or can’t wear, sweetheart. Go for it.”

Jeongguk tucks the button-down into the jeans, eyeing the tightness one last time before opposing against doing anything about it. He walks over to Jimin, wrapping an arm around his waist and kissing his lips.

“See you at the factory?”

Jimin hums. “Yeah, in a few.”

They kiss a few more times before Jimin starts to laugh, forcefully pushing Jeongguk away from him and gesturing for him to leave. Jeongguk almost doesn’t want to. He wants to stay right here and bask in the newfound desire that fills in the atmosphere between them. For once, he’s not giving into his fears but he’s facing them head-on and he’s succeeding.

The nagging voice of his father gets smaller and smaller in his head, it’s becoming more easier to listen and give into Jimin. Everything he once shook from anxiety about is now the same feeling that’s becoming a sanctuary for him.

When he gets back into his car and calls Seokjin, it’s no surprise the older man isn’t impressed.

Jeongguk stands outside the factory his appearance is expected at. Seokjin stands besides him, smoking idly as they wait for Jimin’s arrival. He had taken one look at Jeongguk’s apparel and had shaken his head, whispering ‘rebel’ under his breath fondly.

“We’re waiting for loverboy, yes?”

Jeongguk turns to look over to Seokjin but moves away before the smoke is blown out and he can inhale. Seokjin takes a long drag, looking sheepish but not apologising for smoking in front of him.

“Who’s loverboy?”

“Jimin.”

“He’s not loverboy.”

“I thought we were beyond the point of denial?”

“It’s not denial,” Jeongguk laughs, leaning against the car and throwing his head back.

“Sure, Jeongguk,” Seokjin mumbles unconvinced, exhaling the smoke out in the other direction this time.

“I like-like him,” Jeongguk continues. “I’m not in denial about that. He’s just not my lover or anything, we haven’t progressed to that level.”

“But you wish to?”

He hesitates at the question, offering a helpless shrug. Who wouldn’t want to when they would have someone as celestial, as surreal yet so real as Jimin in their lives that they’d get to treasure?

“I guess so,” he finally answers, his cheeks flushing from embarrassment as he diverts his attention away before he can further give himself away.

Seokjin has a knowing smile sprawled across his lips, looking pointedly at Jeongguk. He taps the butt of his cigarette, watching the ashes fall to the ground.

“There’s nothing wrong with admitting it, Jeongguk. You’re doing well.”

The praise from Seokjin goes a long way. The only other person’s approval he’d ever wish for is his hyung’s.

Just then, a car pulls up with a skid besides Jeongguk and Seokjin. It’s a sleek black Mercedes, tinted windows to obscure the view. The engine is cut off before the driver hurries out, pushing his hat off his head and opening the back door to reveal Jimin.

It doesn’t feel like he saw Jimin only under an hour ago. He looks striking as ever, leaving an everlasting impression everywhere he goes. He throws his driver a grateful smile, bowing to the man before he pushes the Gucci sunglasses off his face and letting it mangle in his kempt, well maintained hair. When he spots Seokjin and Jeongguk, his expression only grows.

“Good morning, gentlemen,” he announces his arrival as he approaches them.

Seokjin scoffs playfully. “Save me the acting, Jimin-ah. I know you already saw Jeongguk this morning.”

Jimin’s cheeks warm. “Oh. Well. Good morning then, hyung.”

“How are you this morning, Jimin?”

“Good,” he says, tone pleasant and satisfied as he fixes his sleeves. His eyes noticeably runs over Jeongguk, analysing over every inch of the man as he checks him out and licks his lips. Then, he focuses on the older man again. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

Seokjin hums as he grabs the folder stuffed under his armpit, putting out the cigarette with the heel of his dress shoes before beckoning them to follow. He leads the way, holding natural authority amongst the factory workers who immediately part ways to let them through.

Usually, Jeongguk would be thrilled with the power that’d give him. Now, he doesn’t feel anything. He doesn’t care for the power.

“The plan today is to report back to your fathers,” Seokjin explains as they walk into the dingy factory, looking around. They come to a separate room where he hands them both white coats, protecting their clothes. “You look around, you take notes about how the progress on the cars are going thus far and then you report back. No other funny business and please, for the love of God, keep your hands to yourself. We don’t need anyone seeing and causing a frenzy.”

“We’re wise, hyung,” Jeongguk groans as he puts the coat on, grabbing a pair of goggles if needed later.

Jimin just snickers and doesn’t input any response. Seokjin leads them through the double doors, into the confines of the factory. It is a satisfactory workplace, it has to be with the standards of Hyundai and Kia but it still isn’t somewhere Jeongguk ever wishes to be tied down with. He smiles at all the workers as they walk through, observing the parts of cars being produced and made.

They walk all the way through, making notes when necessary and when Seokjin’s sure they have enough data to report back - he dismisses them.

“Wanna go for a walk?” Jimin asks, abandoning the task at hand and walking to Jeongguk’s side.

For some reason, the factory and the location of the place gives him an eerie feel. He doesn’t feel like they should hang out here any longer than necessary but he also knows he’s giving into his paranoia, to the nagging voice of his father in the back of his mind. There’s nothing to worry about.

He nods. “Let’s.”

They walk along the quiet path of the factory, not many people to be found except workers that are taking a lunch break. They found an empty bench, facing out to the view of Gangnam and Jimin slumps down, patting the space besides him.

Jeongguk follows down, sighing in relief as he gives his muscles a break.

“You don’t know how bad I have the urge to kiss you all the time,” Jimin says with a resigned sigh as if it’s the biggest inconvenience, rolling his head back to face Jeongguk. “All the time, Guk. You drive me crazy.”

The words fill Jeongguk with butterflies, clenching in his lower stomach as he feels dizzy from the high. He looks over to complete the eye contact, a small grin slithering across his face.

“What stops you?”

“A lot of things,” Jimin admits with a wry smile. “Like you said, one day at a time and I’m trying to honour that but…”

“But?”

“Sometimes, I just wanna kiss you and I wish that wouldn’t mean a list of circumstances for us.”

He knows the words are said in a light-hearted tone, trying to keep up with the flirtatious tempo they’ve managed to form. But for some reason, the words ping Jeongguk deeper than he had anticipated. He finds his smile curling downwards instinctively, reading into Jimin’s words.

“Baby…” He murmurs, saddened.

Jeongguk glances around the quiet area one time, making sure there’s no one lurking around that can pin this moment back on them. When he’s met with a deserted place, he reaches out for Jimin’s hand. He laces their fingers together and hesitatingly raises their conjoined hands, placing a tender kiss on Jimin’s knuckles.

“I know it’s hard,” he confesses. “But it’s what we have to do.”

“For how long, though?”

“I don’t know, Jimin. It may be months, years until we’re allowed to feel safe in… this, whatever this is.”

Jimin’s brows are furrowed in a perplexed manner, signs of turbulence washing over his face as he offers a non-committal hum. He squeezes their hands, nevertheless, and lets out another sigh.

“I just don’t want this all to be futile in the end.”

“It won’t be,” Jeongguk responds immediately. “I won’t let it be.”

It seems to appease Jimin for the time being. He looks over to Jeongguk with a sincere, longing expression and he puckers his lips, smacking his lips together with a kissing sound. Jeongguk chuckles fondly, rolling his eyes as he realises Jimin’s trying to send him kisses. He had never realised he’d be so smitten for one man and the kisses this man gives him, the same kisses that have changed his life.

They sit out there for longer, hand-in-hand, before Jeongguk decides it’s time they go back to report before their fathers get anymore suspicious.

Before Jimin parts way to get into his Mercedes, Jeongguk leans in for a discrete, quick peck on the cheeks.

Jimin’s surprised squeak but satiated smile and endeared expression as he got back into the car and fixed his sunglasses was worth the risk to see him smile like that.

It only takes two more days before Jimin’s turning up at his penthouse, carrying two bags of takeout food and a goofy smile.

“I’m bored and hungry. Can I come in?” He asks, grinning as he holds up the bags.

Jeongguk doesn’t want to admit that even though it’s only been two days, he’s missed Jimin and his company. Every day without the man has began to feel longer than the last. Thankfully with their schedules cleared up, it’s becoming increasingly easier to manage to make some suitable time for each other until the car models are released to the public.

Jeongguk leans against the doorframe, a faux contemplative look taking over his face.

“Depends on the food.”

“Just some greasy junk food,” Jimin says. “Nothing special.”

“You know the way to my heart.”

Jeongguk extends the door and lets the man through who enters like he owns the place, dropping the bags on the coffee table before collapsing into the couch. He makes himself at home without question like he’s lived here all his life. He stretches his leg over the plush seats.

“Brat,” Jeongguk murmurs as he removes the legs, sitting down and placing them back on his lap. The scene between them feels so domestic, like a routine an old married couple would carry on. He has to bite back his smile.

“Shut up.”

“It only took you two days before you came running back?”

“Shut up,” Jimin giggles, kicking his thighs. “You wanted me back as much as you don’t wanna admit it.”

“Debatable.”

“Nope.”

Jeongguk shakes his head. “Whatever,” he dismisses the conversation, reaching forward to grab the noodle takeout boxes and hand one to Jimin. “You officially off your diet, then?”

Jimin shrugs as he takes the box off him with a ‘thank you’, grabbing a pair of chopsticks and snapping them.

“I wasn’t really on a diet,” he explains. “I just had to keep up with pretence and go to the gym to keep my figure but all concern has been thrown out of the window.”

“Wild, rebellious Jimin, huh?” Jeongguk laughs.

It’s remarkable how they can handle conversation back and forth between them without any moments of awkwardness, coming to them like it was always meant to be. They’re relaxed and every time Jimin looks towards him and flashes his signature smile where his eyes crinkle shut, Jeongguk feels his stomach flutter with unexplainable feelings.

Feelings are strange. They’re foreign. But he’s trying to adapt to them well.

“Hardly,” Jimin scoffs as he starts to eat, slurping at the noodles.

They progress into silence as they eat, chewing quietly. Jeongguk turns on the TV for some background noise as Jimin hums, settling down further into the couch and looking contented and comfortable. It feels like second nature between them.

Just as they’re finishing up, there’s a turn in the locks of the front door of the penthouse.

Jeongguk freezes, eyes darting over to the hallway as he wonders who it could be. A part of him is at ease, knowing the possibility of his father appearing is impossible since he doesn’t have spare keys to the new locks.

Jimin, on the other hand, looks frightened. “Who is it, Guk?” He asks, fear lacing his tone as he stops eating.

Before he could answer, Seokjin and Namjoon reveal themselves. They’re not expecting to see Jimin in the penthouse, it seems, because as they wander in, chattering amongst each other and holding up bags of more takeout, they falter upon seeing Jimin.

Jeongguk knows they’d have no objection with Jimin. They’re no stranger to the dynamics between him and Jimin, accustomed to the push and pull games they’ve played since leaving boarding school but they’ve still never hung out like this together before.

Seokjin looks perplexed for a minute, looking straight at Jimin. “Hey…” he says, uncertain, walking further into the penthouse as he closes the door behind him. “I hope it’s okay we’ve just turned up uninvited?”

It’s not often Seokjin and Namjoon have the time to clear their schedule and spend time with Jeongguk. They’re also bombarded with the same workload that Jeongguk is on most days and have to dedicate more hours in the office. However with most of the paperwork done for the new car model, everyone’s feeling more and more at ease.

Everyone looks towards Jeongguk, awaiting his verdict.

“Of course,” Jeongguk finally answers once the moment has caught up to him, a gratified smile sprawled across his face. “Come, sit.”

They sit down opposite the two of them, eyeing the bags of food that’s already been opened and consumed.

“Started without us, huh?” Namjoon comments airly, starting on his own contents. “I see how it is.”

“Hyung,” Jeongguk elongates, ending on a whine. “If I knew you two were coming, I wouldn’t have started without you.”

“I’m teasing, Gukkie.”

Jimin seems a little awkward now, perhaps feeling a little out of place as he offers both of the men small smiles. Whilst they’re no strangers to each other, they’ve never been thrown into a situation where they have to interact on a non-business basis. Everything they’ve known has been related to their companies.

Seokjin shuffles forward on the couch a little. “So, Jimin-ah, how long has this started? Hanging out without sex?”

Jimin nearly chokes on his spit at the random question asked casually, so shamelessly, as his eyes widen.

“Not long,” he admits after he recovers from the initial shock.

“You two finally sorted out your mess, then?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Good!” Namjoon chimes in, looking relieved as his gaze lingers on Jeongguk for a minute. “I’m glad.”

It’s not as relaxed as meeting Jimin’s friends had been but it’s still pleasant, they still all get along merrily in harmony. Seokjin takes a backseat, considering he’s spent enough time around Jimin and instead, Namjoon does the talking.

With each bite of his food, there’s something new, something else he wants to ask. He has questions about every aspect of Jimin’s life, ranging from his family, to his apartment block and where he lives and why he chose to live there and his experiences with boarding school.

Jimin doesn’t seem all too bothered by the constant nosiness and prying into his life, obliging to each question and answering as honestly as possible.

It shouldn’t enlighten Jeongguk this much but he’s filled with contentedness upon watching them interact. This is his own of acceptance and approval. The only two people that he cares about are open-minded and positive about the relationship he has going on with Jimin.

“Well, we better be on our way,” Seokjin says after two hours pass and they’ve passed around soju bottles between them, appeased and appetites fulfilled. He taps Namjoon on the shoulder, coaxing him up. “Thank you for letting us in and sorry if we were disturbing anything, seriously.”

Jimin bats a hand. His cheeks are flush from the copious amounts of alcohol he’s consumed, entering a lighter headspace where he’s more laid-back.

“It’s been a pleasure, seriously.”

Jeongguk walks his hyung’s out, conveniently ignoring Namjoon shouting ‘have safe sex!’ as they retreat away from the penthouse. He grumbles out of embarrassment, slamming the door shut behind them with a sigh.

Jimin looks in his direction, grinning. “They’re pretty cute.”

“They act like they’re my dad’s,” Jeongguk complains, coming back to the couch and collapsing next to Jimin.

The man situates Jeongguk without another word. He opens up his arms to which Jeongguk falls into naturally, finding a haven within his body as he buries his head into Jimin’s chest. He takes a second, releasing a breath.

“They care about you,” Jimin continues to say, discarding his idle hand through Jeongguk’s hair and playing with it. “Just like my friends care about me.”

“Yeah… yeah, I guess. They’re really not that bad. I should spend more time with them.”

“Yeah. Invite them over more often. I wouldn’t mind having them around whilst I’m here, too.”

Jeongguk grins as he looks up to Jimin through his lashes. “Is that you trying to say you’re going to be around here more often now, not just for sex?” He teases, narrowing his eyes at Jimin.

The older man seems to read the situation wrong. He freezes up like he’s done something wrong, words stuttering as he attempts to backtrack.

“N-no, I mean!”

“Jimin,” he cuts off an already distressed man. “I’m joking. I want you here more often, for more than just sex.”

“Oh, yeah?” He relaxes. “That’s good because I want the same.”

The back-and-forth they’ve established between them, beyond just during sex, thrills Jeongguk. He knows they’re making progress, moving together in the same direction with the same mindset. Jeongguk wants Jimin with every chance he gets, in every manner he can afford to have him.

He has been plagued with thoughts of Jimin since he was a teenager and barely knew what the world was. At this point, letting go of Jimin isn’t an option anymore. Everywhere he goes, he’s reminded of Jimin. Everywhere he looks, he sees Jimin. Every time he closes his eyes, reminders of Jimin’s smile flashes in his mind.

He’s truly and completely gone for Jimin.

Perhaps, he has been for a while but it has taken a push for him to realise. Or maybe this is all newfound, a revelation and a step towards something more in his relationship.

“Can I take a nap?” Jimin asks a minute later, yawning into his small clenched fists. His eyelids droop, tiredness taking over him. “If you don’t mind?”

Thoughts of every time he had rejected Jimin, thrown him out of his penthouse haunt him. He never wants to do that again.

“Sure, baby,” he agrees within a heartbeat, gesturing to his bedroom. “Knock yourself out.”

Jeongguk stays out in the living room whilst Jimin goes down for a nap. He cleans up the takeaway boxes, washes the dishes and attempts a bad job at trying to maintain his penthouse. He pulls out some of his paperwork and sits in his office, completing through some of the designated tasks that he has to report back to Mr. Jeon with soon.

Once he’s done with his tasks an hour later, Jeongguk wanders back into his bedroom.

Jimin’s curled up on the bed, laying on his stomach as he hugs the pillow to his chest. He looks completely under, in deep sleep, with his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth slightly ajar as he releases soft breathy sounds that resemble snores. His hair fans out across his forehead, messy and unkempt.

He looks… peaceful.

Jeongguk’s heart clenches the longer he stands there, observing the man. He’d do anything to keep the peace within Jimin, to keep this penthouse a sanctuary for Jimin. He wants to be good for Jimin.

“Shit, Jimin,” Jeongguk whispers to himself, feeling a wave of inner turmoil crawl through his gut as a smile inches on his face. “I’m so in love with you.”

The confession falls on deaf ears. Jimin doesn’t even stir.

When Jimin comes around, he has to blink a few times at the sunlight filtering through the windows.

He groans as he rubs his eyes, trying to adjust to the brightness pouring through. He shifts around on the bed, startling as he finds Jeongguk laying besides him and completely fast asleep. He seems to have discarded of his clothes, topless and leeching off Jimin for his body warmth.

As Jimin moves around, his expression is wiped clean and he furrows his brows unconsciously.

“So cute,” Jimin coos, stretching his arms above his head as he feels his muscles protesting at remaining stagnant the whole night. When he cranes his head around to check the time on the clock, he’s surprised to find he slept through the whole evening and night.

Jeongguk moves around upon Jimin waking up, releasing a guttural groan as he buries his head into the pillow.

“Why are you up so early?” Jeongguk complains, words muffled by the fabric as his hand reaches out to blindly swat at Jimin.

“I’m getting as quiet as possible!” He laughs back, scandalised.

“Brat.”

“Why don’t you just get up, lazy ass?” Jimin shoots back, leaning in to invade Jeongguk’s personal space.

Ever since they had started to get more involved with each other, there has been no regard to their personal space. Jimin finds himself inching closer with every given opportunity, wanting to be surrounded by the man and consumed whole by his warmth. Even now as he presses his body up against Jeongguk, he feels the immediate fervor taking over his bones and enlightening him.

He presses kisses on Jeongguk’s skin, every offered bare inch to him. He starts on his chest and works upwards, laughing at how Jeongguk scrunches up his nose in distaste and tries to move away.

But eventually, Jeongguk relents. Jimin continues.

“Good morning,” Jimin chimes, voice light and breezy. “I believe we agreed we’d kiss every morning.”

“Not this early.”

“Please? Kisses?”

Jeongguk grumbles, clearly not pleased about being disturbed but obliging nonetheless. He shuffles up to rest on his elbows, connecting their lips together in a thorough morning kiss. Jimin melts right under the touch, his hand reaching out instinctively to cup around the nape of Jeongguk’s neck.

“FInally, good morning,” Jimin repeats.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes when he pulls back but seems a lot less disgruntled and annoyed.

“I don’t know how I cope with you.”

“Me neither but I’m glad you do.”

Jeongguk doesn’t humour him with a response. Instead, he cuts the distance between them and kisses Jimin again.

There’s more intent behind his actions this time, more roughness that can be conveyed. Jimin picks up on the fact without fail, raising a brow and humming into the kiss as he licks into Jeongguk’s mouth.

It’s not so delightful when he can taste Jeongguk’s morning breath but he’s too far gone to notice nor care, leaning in further so he can straddle Jeongguk’s hips.

(Mood: Ginuwine - Pony)

Jeongguk accommodates the older man on top of him easily, his hand settling on Jimin’s waist and digging his fingers right in as they kiss lazily. When a low moan slips through his lips, Jeongguk changes up the tempo.

“Ride me, Jimin.”

“Morning sex? Really?” He snickers against Jeongguk’s lips but doesn’t complain either, reaching for the bedside table and grabbing the lube.

Jimin puts on a show as he opens himself up with two of his fingers, rocking down on them and picking up the pace whilst doing so. His eyes are squeezed shut tightly, mouth hanging open in ecstasy as he moans Jeongguk’s name repeatedly under his breath.

Once Jeongguk grows more impatient, his cock aching and fully hard, leaking with precome - he can’t wait any longer. He grabs ahold of Jimin’s hips, shuffling them closer and lifting him up so he can align himself against Jimin’s hole.

“Please, please,” Jimin’s pleading before they’ve even started anything, already managed to reach a pliant, submissive headspace where he begs for everything even if he doesn’t need to.

Jimin doesn’t need to beg for anything because Jeongguk’s ready to give him everything. He’s beyond the point of pretending he doesn’t care for Jimin, beyond reducing their relationship down to merely fucking. He’s prepared to show just how much he cares, just how far his affection extends to. He wants to make Jimin happy through everything, whether that’s fucking or just hanging out.

Instead of giving him a response, Jeongguk clutches onto his hips in silent permission to move.

Jimin groans low in his throat, overcome with pleasure as he sinks down on Jeongguk’s cock. His hands scramble up to rest on Jeongguk’s chest, digging his nails into the bare skin as he takes every inch given to him. He takes a minute to adjust when he’s fully bottomed out, his breath quickening.

“Look at you,” Jeongguk marvels, his hands reaching to Jimin’s ass and further spreading his cheeks out. He teases a single finger around the rim already stretched out, biting his lip. “Taking my cock like you were born for it, baby.”

The praise seems to work wonders for Jimin because he really starts to move, then. He’s relentless with how fast he’s bouncing on Jeongguk’s cock, moaning lewdly and shamelessly whilst doing so. They’re both lost in the moment, hazed with the arousal that envelopes them both in the moment.

“Hold still,” Jeongguk murmurs when he needs to take control, needs to fuck Jimin like he deserves.

Jimin immediately obeys, his hips coming to a stop as Jeongguk clutches onto his waist. He lowers himself down for a better angle before he starts thrusting upwards, pounding into him rough and hard, right up against his prostate.

Jimin’s whimpers get louder, more desperate. He’s whining for release, his hand stretching for his hard cock as he starts to stroke himself in time to the thrusts. It only lasts for a few more minutes. They can never put out for longer when it’s the two of them, needy and eager around each other.

Jeongguk comes deep inside Jimin and Jimin’s not far behind, releasing all over his hands and his stomach.

They collapse into each other, both of their breathing hard and heavy. Jeongguk chuckles a little breathlessly, catching up to the moment and the spontaneous sex they’ve just had. He knows with Jimin, there’ll never be a dull moment and he’s prepared for mornings just like this.

He wants mornings just like this for as long as he can afford.

Jimin cranes his neck, looking up to Jeongguk. “Breakfast?” He suggests.

“Breakfast,” Jeongguk confirms.

Jimin prepares the food this time - for the first time in the penthouse - and he does an exceptional job, diligent and precise. He serves Jeongguk scrambled eggs that taste creamy and has the right amount of seasoning that it makes him moan around a mouthful, eyes wide.

“Shit. I should just fire my maid and make you work full-time instead,” Jeongguk says once he swallows, nodding enthusiastically and scooping another forkful.

Jimin raises a brow, looking amused as he sits opposite him with his own plate.

“If you pay me more than I’m currently making, I’ll think about it.”

“I’d rather not go bankrupt, thanks.”

“No deal, then.”

Jeongguk chuckles. “It’s fine. I get privileges from you, anyway. I’m sure I’ll get to taste these eggs again.”

“Say that again and I’ll revoke your privileges.”

He gasps, faux offended as he dramatically clutches at his chest. “Why?”

Jimin stares at him hard for a moment, narrowing his eyes and looking half entertained, half unimpressed. Instead of answering, he starts to eat and sip at the orange juice he also served alongside the food.

“You’re so weird,” he finally comments. “Like underneath all that hard, ‘I’m-a-businessman-don’t-look-in-my-direction facade, you’re really just a kid.”

Jeongguk shrugs. “I guess I am. You bring that out in me, like feeling carefree.”

The words are heavy and hold a lot of meaning for Jeongguk. He had to grow up way too fast, never had the opportunity to uphold a proper childhood. His mother tried to give him a slice of the normal life, trying to get him immersed in ‘normal’ children activities. But he’s not normal and he knew it. Children avoided him, other families shied away from him and his family’s power.

He couldn’t walk down the street to a playground like a normal child, he couldn’t attend a state school and receive mediocre education like any other normal child.

He had to act older than his age and suppress all his child-like needs but around Jimin, he doesn’t feel that.

Around Jimin, he feels like he’s granted the chance to be himself. He’s secretly a nerd and whilst he despises working for his father, he does like business. He, in fact, loves writing and reading. He likes video games and perhaps, he should buy a computing PC and give into his desires.

He likes Jimin.

He loves Jimin.

Jimin’s blushing hard, his cheeks reddened and avoiding his gaze as he whispers. “I make you feel carefree?”

“Yeah… yeah, I guess you do.”

“Good.” He clears his throat, thumping his chest. “I’m really glad. You make me feel carefree, too.”

“I have a feeling you didn’t need me to feel that way. You’re lucky, Jimin. You have friends and I know they’re good for you, I know you get to escape with them. You never needed me to feel that.”

Jimin goes silent. His eyes dart over Jeongguk’s face, analysing every inch as he licks his lip contemplatively. They stop eating, just staring at each other before Jimin finally moves. His spare hand reaches out for Jeongguk, lacing their fingers across the table.

“You’re right but you’re one of those people, too. You - alongside my friends - help me to escape.”

Jeongguk grins. “I’m really glad, too.”

They resume eating in silence after that, not needing to keep up the pretence of a conversation. Once Jimin finishes, he gathers the dishes but Jeongguk nudges him out of the way and offers to clean up in return. It’s awfully domestic and it makes his heart ache when Jimin agrees, hoisting himself up onto the kitchen counter and watching Jeongguk wash the dishes.

It’s only when Jeongguk’s finished and drying the plates, putting them away when Jimin speaks.

“Taehyung’s hosting a little get-together. Just to celebrate a big promotion at work. He said I could bring a plus-one and I…” He pauses, biting his bottom lip nervously. “I thought I’d ask you.”

Jeongguk snickers at his hesitation, looking over his shoulder. “Are you asking me out on a date, Jimin?”

“I think I am.”

“Well,” Jeongguk elongates the word, his tone bright and light as he walks back to Jimin. He closes the gap between them, kissing Jimin deeply. “I accept. I’ll come.”

Jimin’s smile is so beautiful that Jeongguk thinks he’ll keep agreeing with everything the man wants if he’s granted a smile like that.

(Mood: Martin Garrix & Troye Sivan - There For You)

The ‘little get-together’ is, in fact, not so little after all.

Jeongguk arrives to the location on his own considering Jimin had went ahead earlier to help set up and co-host. He emerges from the Rolls Royce as discreetly as possible, covering himself with a face mask and running into the building before anyone can potentially detect him.

But once he arrives to the hall, he realises there’s no point in hiding because everyone’s here. Apparently, Taehyung is a popular man amongst his peers. His whole company must be here, without a doubt.

Jeongguk blinks in surprise, glancing around the cramped hall and wondering why Jimin would invite him.

He’s not left alone with his thoughts for too long before both Yoongi and Hoseok are approaching him, hand-in-hand. They have love-sick grins plastered across their face, glued to each other’s side as they smile brightly at Jeongguk.

“You arrived!” Hoseok seems pleased, tugging Jeongguk with his spare hand and into the depths of the party. “Come, come. Here, have some refreshments and some champagne. I’ll find Jimin.”

“O-Okay.”

He’s handed a small prawn sandwich and a flute of expensive champagne. He’s only taken one bite, still cautious about the people surrounding the hall, before Jimin’s approaching him.

Jimin looks heavenly, opting for a business casual look, still fitted with tailored slacks that look gorgeous around his lean thighs but paired off with a slightly creased t-shirt. On top, he’s thrown on a slightly oversized blazer and he looks amazing, breathtakingly beautiful. So casual yet so elegant.

“Wow,” he says before he can prevent himself, Jimin stopping before him. “Wow.”

Jimin’s standing side-by-side with Taehyung, a smile peeking at his lips at the one word that leaves Jeongguk’s lips from a moment of complete weakness.”

“Wow?” He repeats.

“Wow,” Jeongguk affirms, not embarrassed to admit it. “C’mere.”

Jimin steps closer and Jeongguk doesn’t waste any time, wrapping his arm around the man’s shoulders and bringing him down for an embrace. The gesture is cosy and heartfelt, it feels like home when he feels Jimin’s arms securing around him. They sway gently in the hug before Jimin pulls away, cheeks dusted with a slightly darker pink now.

“Well,” he whispers, running a hand through his hair.

“Evening, Tae,” Jeongguk greets next, releasing he’s completely ignored the other man. “This party is lovely, thank you.”

Taehyung hums, eyes glistening. “Thank you for coming,” he replies, nodding at him. “Eat a lot and drink loads of champagne, enjoy, okay? I’ll give you two the privacy you need.”

And with that, he walks away and leaves Jimin and Jeongguk alone.

“When you said ‘little’, I didn’t think it’d be this little,” Jeongguk teases, poking Jimin’s side hard.

Jimin starts to giggle, using his hand to cover his mouth. “I didn’t know he’d go all out like this!” He excuses himself, pouting. “Forgive me. I wouldn’t have invited you if it was this big, I know you still get nervous.”

“Nah,” Jeongguk shrugs. He’s so beyond the point of caring. So done with caring. To prove this point, he grabs Jimin’s hand and intertwines their fingers. “I’m glad you did.”

Jimin’s eyes wide, filtering down to their conjoined hands. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“I don’t give a shit.”

“Oh. Okay.”

They spend the entire evening plastered to each other’s side, unable to separate themselves even for a minute. Yoongi and Hoseok take the opportunity to tease them but they hardly have any right to complain when they’re doing the same thing. During the evening, Taehyung manages to score himself a date and they drink to that. Jeongguk can’t tear his eyes off Jimin and he knows he can’t last any longer.

He pulls Jimin into the bathroom, locking the stall door as they get each other off. Jimin wraps his hand around both of their cocks, stroking them at the same time as Jeongguk mouths at his neck, leaving small hickeys all over that can be concealed with the blazer.

By the end of the evening, Jeongguk’s tipsy but he’s so in love.

When he and Jimin slow dance when the party has ended and it’s only Jimin, him and his friends left, helping the staff clear up - Jeongguk’s heart is hammering so hard against his chest that he can barely hear the slow romantic song and he rests his head against Jimin’s shoulder.

He’s so, so in love.

‘Son. Come to my office now.’

Jeongguk reads the text once, twice and then thrice before he frowns, locking his phone.

Usually, his father doesn’t bother him during work hours. If he has a message to send, it would be done through his secretary or through pager. They’re always busy during the day with the load of paperwork they’re bombarded with, usually up to their neck with work, and unable to tend to useless conversations. So, it has to be important.

He stuffs all the papers he’s working on into his folder, shutting down his laptop before throwing his blazer on and straightening out his necktie.

Jeongguk hasn’t interacted much with his father since their encounter in his penthouse. He has kept a clear distance, not wanting to aggravate Mr. Jeon any further and prompt to more trouble. Mr. Jeon hasn’t bothered to initiate any conversation, hasn’t texted during the time apart or asked him to attend family dinners.

To say he’s feeling a little nervous is an understatement.

Jeongguk comes to a stop outside the office, holding his breath as his heart race starts to climb dramatically. He closes his eyes, sucking it up and knocking on the door.

Mr. Jeon looks up with a malicious intent in his pupils, darkened with a sense of anger imploring through. Jeongguk knows, without even saying a word, that something is really wrong.

Instead of answering with words, Mr. Jeon beckons him in with his index finger.

Jeongguk attempts to work through his thoughts, dangerously spiralling in one dangerous direction that he can’t afford to entertain. He steps through the office, closing the door behind him as he walks towards his father. The same man who’s supposed to be a supporting, loving figure is only a source of overwhelming, undying anxiety and Jeongguk hates how his hand shakes when he sits down opposite his father.

For a minute, Mr. Jeon doesn’t talk. Like he usually doesn’t when he’s trying to exert dominance. He has his chin raised up high in the air, the look of impassiveness and extreme disappointed featuring on his face.

“Father,” Jeongguk clears his throat and forces himself to speak even when his throat is dried up, making the words croaky and barely audible. “I have work to do… so, if we can… you know, hurry this along.”

His eyes flashes. “Don’t tell me what the fuck to do.”

“Jesus. Okay.” He relents immediately. “Sorry.”

Mr. Jeon releases a deep sigh before he shifts on the chair, reaching in his desk and pulling out a thick envelope. His nose wrinkles in disgust as he opens it up, pulling out lamented photos and throwing them across towards Jeongguk.

Confusion swirls in the pits of Jeongguk’s stomach, mixing with the dread and panic, as he slowly reaches for one of them.

(Mood: Chase Atlantic - Okay)

It’s Jimin.

Naked.

Jimin naked in Jeongguk’s bed, riding him.

“What the fuck?” Jeongguk yells, the volume of his voice even surprising himself as he throws the picture out of his hand like it burns him down to his bones. “What the fuck, father?”

“Oh, no. No.” The man grins wickedly. “I insist. Keep looking.”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Me?” Mr. Jeon bellows, finally reaching his breaking point as he grabs the closest item to him - a bunch of sheets - and viciously throwing it in Jeongguk’s direction. He flinches as the papers fall around him. “Me? I told you, I would kill you if I find out something else was going on! Look at this!”

Mr. Jeon reaches over for the pictures, holding them up. They’ve been taken on different occasions, different scenarios. Some of them aren’t even sexual. There’s a few from the day they visited the factory together, sitting on the bench together when they had been discussing the future together. Some of them are from Taehyung’s party, holding hands and sipping on alcohol together.

How did Mr. Jeon get these pictures?

They, mostly, are in enclosed places, not subject to anyone from the public to wander in and see with their own eyes. Jeongguk has been wise enough not to raise suspicious anywhere he goes, keeping his moving relationship underwraps and private.

He feels cheated. He feels stupid. He feels angry at himself for being careless and allowing this to happen but mostly, he’s outraged at his father.

“My life is none of your fucking business!” He’s yelling so loud that his body is shaking, fury enveloping him whole and swallowing him up until he’s seeing red. “You can’t just take pictures of me during sex! You’re twisted, disgusting--”

“You gonna still lie to me, son?” Mr. Jeon’s tone has resumed to calm once again, steady. He sounds condensing, looking down upon Jeongguk. “You still going to try and tell me that Jimin’s just a business partner, huh?”

“You had no right.”

“I have every right. I’m your father and you have standards to uphold yet, you likened yourself down to the likes of faggots like Park Jimin.”

“Enough!” Jeongguk shouts. “Don’t you dare call him that.”

“Oh, wow.” Mr. Jeon laughs. “He has you brainwashed.”

“No,” Jeongguk replies so calmly that it shocks even him, settling back in his chair. “No, guess who has me brainwashed? Just guess, father. You have terrorised me for years, you have had me on the palm of your hand but not anymore. Fuck you.”

Mr. Jeon doesn’t speak for a minute. He’s staring intently at Jeongguk, eyes sparkling with some sort of sick amusement as he leans in. He folds his hand, resting them on his chin as a dirty smirk takes over his face. He looks away, down to the picture as he picks one up and examines it.

“Sad that you had to do this, Jeongguk. Just for some dick like a little faggot when you are anything but,” he murmurs, sounding genuinely dejected as he spits on the picture. “Because now, you’ll watch Jimin crumble. You think I won’t hesitate to get rid of him, his existence, amongst the industry? You think I won’t send you to a camp and make sure you like girls only? Do you know who I am?”

Where there should be fear, it’s been replaced with… nothing.

He’s no longer terrified of his father and this act has given him the one last push he had needed to completely disassociate from his father, cut off all ties that exist. Every time he so much looks at his father, he feels disgust crawling in his system, making him feel sick to the stomach as nausea swirls within him.

“You won’t be doing that,” he replies.

Mr. Jeon narrows his eyes, letting out a short laugh. “Why the fuck not, huh?”

“Because.” He pauses, taking a deep breath as he sorts through his jumbled thoughts, trying to make sense of something. “It’s not just some dick to me, father. I am in love with Jimin.”

There’s insufferable silence that follows. Mr. Jeon doesn’t seem to be expecting that, bewilderment slamming into him as he reels from the newfound information. He had really thought it was just a game to Jeongguk, just ‘some dick’.

“I’m in love with Jimin,” he continues as his tone wavers but he clears his throat, trying to keep himself level-headed before he crashes. “And I have been for a while now. You wanna know the truth, dad? You want to know what’s going on? I’ll tell you. There was no need to hire private investigators. I’ll tell you. I’ve been fucking him since boarding school. Your son has been a dick loving, cock sucking lover, since a teenager and that, too, with Jimin.”

Mr. Jeon really seems disgusted now, filtering into his expression as his lip snarls. He stands up, leaning in and raising a hand to hurt Jeongguk.

Jeongguk catches on, though. He grabs ahold of his father’s wrist, lowering it back down and shaking his head.

“You know what else?” Jeongguk continues. “You won’t be doing anything to Jimin, nor I, because I don’t think the public would be pleased to know how Hyundai motors really are. Would they?”

“What do you mean?” The man spits in return.

“Infringement, tax evasion, fraud on numerous accounts, money laundering. Just some of the things you’re guilty for.”

“You wouldn’t dare--”

“But, I would,” Jeongguk says as seriously as possible, swallowing around the lump in his throat. He refuses to show himself as weak in front of his father. “You even think of hurting Jimin and I’ll do it.”

Mr. Jeon’s expression falters and melts away, replaced with apprehension and panic more so now as he realises how deadly serious Jeongguk is. Instead of giving the man the chance to continue to run his mouth, Jeongguk stands up.

He makes a show of acting unbothered, wiping down his trousers and smoothing out his creases before nodding to his father.

“Now, my cock loving ass will show itself out now. I hope you can reflect upon this and make the right decision,” he speaks confidently. “If I was you, I’d bury these pictures and pretend they never existed. It won’t be worth the prison time. Goodbye, father.”

With that, Jeongguk hastily makes his exit and grabs his phone to call Seokjin.

“What? What the fuck happened?”

Jeongguk’s hands are still shaking, clenched into fists around the glass of water that Namjoon’s forcing him to sip at. The cold contents aren’t giving him much relief, it isn’t preventing the panic that keeps arising in his chest with every passing second.

He knows he’s defeated his father.

He showed Mr. Jeon that he’s not afraid, that he can hold up his own fort and fight back with words more vicious than any act of crime he could commit. He proved he won’t be silenced, won’t be made to sit down and take torturous emotional abuse that he’s tolerated all his life.

But, it doesn’t ease his anxiety.

Jeongguk gulps audibly around the lump lodged tightly in his throat, preventing him from taking even breaths.

“Drink, Guk,” Namjoon guides once he notices, once again, how distressed Jeongguk seems. There’s a sympathetic smile poking at his lips, curled downwards almost permanently. “You need to focus on your breathing.”

Seokjin’s pacing the room before them, hands folded and finger tapping his chin like he’s forming a marvellous plan that’ll bring the end to all of this drama. Every now and then, he’ll divert his attention to Jeongguk and demand answers, which only causes Jeongguk to hyperventilate in return.

He needs to calm down.

“Are you okay, Jeongguk?” Seokjin approaches another tactic, instead of mindlessly spurring questions that Jeongguk simply can’t answer right now.

Jeongguk scoffs as he drinks from the glass, closing his eyes. “Do I look okay?” He shoots back, aiming for a light-hearted, playful tone but failing miserably.

“Tell me, are you safe? Do we need to take you anywhere?”

He shakes his head. “I’m safe for the time being.”

He hopes he’s safe. He prays that his threats - that definitely weren’t empty, he will expose his father if he has to - was enough to spook Mr. Jeon into reconsidering his choices. Mr. Jeon has caused enough damage with his private investigator lurking around, taking private pictures that weren’t meant for anyone’s eyes except theirs.

It’s a violation of privacy. It feels disgusting, the feeling crawling in the back of Jeongguk’s throat and making him reel from the bitter taste of the bile. It settles in the pits of his stomach, making it churn uncomfortably.

Jeongguk’s father is shameless and ruthless. He has to be stopped and he has been stopped.

Seokjin’s brows are furrowed in concern, unable to be washed away even with the confirmation. He crouches down before Jeongguk, placing a tentative hand on his thighs.

“Tell me who I have to hurt.”

Jeongguk laughs this time, trying his hardest for the sound to fall from his lips as carefree as possible.

“Hyung,” He whines, shaking his head patiently. “You’re not hurting my father. I’ve dealt with it accordingly. I’m just…. a little shaken up, okay? Give me a minute to recover.”

It was a silent quest for Seokjin to move away and give him the space he needs. But the older man seems so worried that he doesn’t move an inch, his bottom lip snagged between his teeth as he nibbles on the hanging skin. Namjoon sighs, reaching out to rub Seokjin’s shoulder between his firm fingers and massaging the tense area.

Jeongguk almost feels bad.

He has brought his burden amongst his hyung’s, making them distressed as well. He should’ve dealt with it on his own like he’s programmed to do so, how he handles his life. Seokjin has been a rock for him, offering unconditional support as well as Namjoon but sometimes, he should swallow his hurt and conquer on his own.

“Hey,” Namjoon calls out to him when the quietness between them stretches on for too long, brows knitted together in apparent dismay. “I hope you know that you can trust us, right? With anything?”

Jeongguk looks up to him, the corner of his lips twitching up. “I know.”

He does know. He just doesn’t know whether they should have to deal with his shit.

Seokjin shifts from where he’s crouching, attempting to get comfortable in the uneasy position.

“We’re here for you, buddy. Through everything. Do I need to call Jimin?”

“No!” Jeongguk’s shouting out before Seokjin has the chance to finish his thought, shaking his head vigorously. “No. I don’t want to worry him as well, not when I’ve resolved the issue. Jimin doesn’t need to know.”

They both look uncertain about his decision, turbulence filtering into their faces.

“Are you sure about that?” Seokjin says softly, hand squeezing down on his thigh with a gentle, patient smile. “It’s just… doesn’t he deserve to know if it concerns him?”

“Some things are better left unsaid.”

“But—“

“Hyung.”

Seokjin holds up a hand in surrender. “Okay. Okay. Sorry. Whatever you want to do.”

He relaxes once Seokjin gives in and doesn’t try to convince him any longer, slumping on the floor right where he’s crouched. The man crosses his legs, running a hand through his well conditioned hair and waiting for further explanation.

“Okay, so…” Jeongguk starts once the silence stretches on, biting on his lip. “Father found out about me and Jimin.”

Seokjin’s head snaps up, disbelief painting into his expression as Namjoon shuffles forward in surprise. They both seem completely caught off guard, not imagining they’d ever hear such news. Jeongguk never imagined he’d be the bearer of such news, either. He had never dreamt that his dynamics with Jimin would extend to such lengths, had always thought they’d stop somewhere along the lines and bury their relationship like it had never existed.

Whilst Jeongguk’s pleased with the direction they’re heading in, he’s also terrified.

He’s trying to swallow the fear that keeps growing, festering in his veins and nerves and lingering in his system. Some days, he feels stronger than ever when he’s standing by Jimin’s side. Other days, he doesn’t feel like a hero at all.

“What the fuck?” Seokjin breathes out. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m really okay, I think. He hired a private investigator, the twisted bastard. The investigator took pictures of me and Jimin… naked and all, holding hands. Everything you can imagine.”

Namjoon’s face twists in horror, aghast. “What the fuck? Are you serious?”

“He threw the pictures in my face and threatened to make Jimin go extinct, to send me to conversion therapy.”

“He what?”

“Yeah.” Jeongguk swallows around the distasteful lump, sighing. “I… I made my own threats.”

Both of the older men go silent again as Seokjin raises a brow at him expectedly. “Don’t tell me you did something stupid, Guk. For Heaven’s sake.”

“I told him if he’d go anywhere near Jimin, I’d expose his crimes. I’d go to public and I’d get him sent down to prison.”

Seokjin and Namjoon both look towards each other, trying to decide how to react. Jeongguk waits, eyes darting between them as he awaits for an answer. Namjoon licks his lips before he lets out a dry scoff, erupting into a small burst of laughter, leaning forward to swat Jeongguk’s shoulder.

“You got some guts, baby,” he says. “I’ll give you that.”

“I couldn’t just let him think that it’s okay!” Jeongguk defends himself, pouting as he rubs the shoulder. “He can’t invade my privacy like that. He’s no father of mine. A father doesn’t act like that.”

Seokjin sighs, defeated. “I’m scared for you, buddy. I really doubt he’s gonna stop at some threats.”

“He will.” Jeongguk’s tone is definite, not wanting the entertain the idea otherwise. “He has to. It’s going to be fine now. I’m going to be with Jimin.”

Seokjin looks partly frightened, partly proud of him. He reaches forward to hold onto Jeongguk’s hand, squeezing him in reassurance before offering a tentative nod. They’re all unsure what’s going to happen now. The future is uncertain, there’s no promises of a happy ending but Jeongguk only knows one thing.

He has to protect Jimin.

“We’ll figure it out,” Seokjin finally says when other words fail him, withdrawing his hand. “We always do. I promise, we’ve got your back.”

Namjoon hums. Jeongguk smiles.

He feels safe with his hyung’s.

Perhaps, just perhaps, Jeongguk should tell Jimin.

He knows - deep down - that the older man deserves the right to know about the atrocities his father has committed. The fact that another unknown person has entered their intimate moments, taken pictures of them in the most tender, vulnerable positions anybody could find somebody.

Even just the thought of the pictures makes Jeongguk feel sick to the stomach. Every time his mind ponders towards the sensation that had enveloped him when he had the pictures thrusted in his direction, he’s sure he could throw up. He doesn’t want to think about it. He just wants to forget about it.

There’s complete radio silence from Mr. Jeon. He doesn’t text nor call Jeongguk, he doesn’t invite him during office hours to discuss business meetings. In any formalities that they have to attend together, the man keeps a clear distance.

Slowly, but surely, the man is cutting Jeongguk off. He’s pretending his son no longer exists, not mentioning him in the speeches he makes amongst his associates and not giving Jeongguk the credit that’s due for his hard and relentless work on the project for the new car model.

Once upon a time, this would sting Jeongguk.

But now, he feels nothing. He doesn’t even feel disappointment or any elements of disconcert, accustomed to such treatment from his father. It’s either Mr. Jeon’s way or no way and once you disrespect him, consider yourself dead in his eyes - especially if you have the guts to stand up to him and threaten him with your words.

Perhaps, Mr. Jeon really has taken heed to Jeongguk’s words and has backed away.

It doesn’t change Jimin’s curiosity, though.

When Jeongguk installs new curtains that blockades any potential looker-by into his penthouse, completely concealing the windows, and locks away his balcony, refusing to use it - Jimin’s full of questions.

“But what’s wrong, baby?” He asks, legs draped across the couch and head resting in Jeongguk’s lap as Jeongguk idly plays with Jimin’s strands of hair. Jimin tilts his head back, looking up to him with concerned eyes. “Is something wrong? You’ve never taken such precautions.”

“Maybe we should have.”

Jimin furrows his brow. “Did something happen?”

“No,” he lies immediately, not wanting to dwell on the topic. “I’m just scared, okay?”

“Scared of what, honey?”

Jeongguk sighs at the question, looking down at Jimin nestled in his personal space like it’s the most natural place for him to be. He discards his fingers through Jimin’s head, tugging so Jimin’s head falls back further. He leans down, pressing their lips together for a quick, chaste kiss.

“I don’t want anything to happen to you…” he admits honestly.

The sincerity, but also ringing terror, must be evident to Jimin. He holds their gaze together for a minute, bewilderment settling into his dark pupils but he recognises a lost cause once faced with one.

“Nothing will happen to me,” Jimin reassures. “I have you, don’t I? My guardian angel.”

Jeongguk scoffs. “Hardly.”

“Hey,” Jimin calls for him, shaking his head. He shuffles upwards so he’s sitting upright, leaning back towards Jeongguk. They face each other as Jimin cups his cheeks, voice adoringly soft. “Baby, I believe in you. I know you would never do anything to hurt me. I trust you.”

“Do you?”

“Of course, I do!” He laughs like it’s the most obvious thing, leaning in to kiss Jeongguk’s nose, then lips. “Now stop worrying, you mad man. I’m upset that we can’t fuck against the window anymore.”

The thought of Jeongguk fucking Jimin against the window for the whole city to see, specifically one person who’s prying on them, makes him shudder. He tries to conceal his expression, hiding as he peers in and kisses Jimin again like it has the power to wipe away his anxiety.

Jeongguk feels the dismay rolling off his burdened shoulders one-by-one as he loses himself in Jimin, kissing back like they have no time left together.

Jimin squeaks in surprise at the pace of the kiss, trying to keep up. His hand rests on the nape of Jeongguk’s neck, tightening around the hair he can reach with his fingers as Jeongguk deepens by licking into Jimin’s mouth.

“W-wanna fuck,” Jimin pleads.

“You fucking bet.”

Jeongguk stands up, effortlessly picking Jimin up as he walks them into the bedroom.

They continue merrily.

With each passing day, their relationship seems to grow stronger.

With each passing day, Jeongguk finds himself falling more and more in love with Jimin. He admires everything Jimin does, say - everything about the man fascinates him, leaves him with butterflies erupting in his stomach and at a loss of coherent words. Whenever Jimin turns over his shoulder and offers a dazzling smile, Jeongguk grows weak in the knees and he’s sure he could collapse right there.

The restlessness and the apprehension that continues to linger in Jeongguk’s system begins to fade away with each day. Whenever he wakes up and Jimin’s plastered to his side, mouth hanging open in his deep slumber - he feels appeased. Whenever he finishes a day at work and comes home to Jimin and Seokjin hanging out, communicating with each other like they’re best friends with boxes of takeout - he feels okay.

This is his new life now.

It consists of Jimin. His day begins with his love and ends with him, too.

Jeongguk doesn’t think life could get any better than it is right now. He’s satisfied and he feels fulfilled, he feels like he’s working towards a purpose now whenever he has the privilege to embrace Jimin and feel him warmth surrounding him completely. His reason is Jimin.

They had just had sex. Jimin’s still catching his breath, completely choked up from when he had sobbed into the mattress only a few mere minutes ago. His eyelashes are still matted together but there’s a satiated smile sprawled across his lips.

“Shit,” Jimin laughs. “Do you have water?”

“Of course,” Jeongguk murmurs, pecking his lips before he rolls over to his side and grabs the cold contents of the water bottle prepared on the bedside table. “Sit up for me, will you?”

Jimin giggles. “You gonna feed me water now?”

“Just shut up and sit up, baby.”

He obliges and Jeongguk opens the bottle, raising it to his lips. Jimin rolls his eyes fondly but nevertheless, cuts the distance and accepts the water given to him. Once he’s had his sip, he collapses back into the bed.

“That was good, Guk,” he whispers, edging closer to Jeongguk and nestling his neck into the other man’s neck. “So, so good. Keep fucking me like that and maybe, I’ll never leave this bed.”

“Keep wearing lingerie for me and maybe, I’ll keep fucking you forever.”

“Pervert,” Jimin laughs, nose scrunching up as he swats the man.

“I can’t help it.” Jeongguk finds himself chuckling as well, eyeing the discarded black lace lingerie thrown across the room. He had been mindful not to rip it this time. “You look so fucking good, my whole world stops for a minute.”

“Sap.”

“It’s the truth, Jimin.”

“Sap,” Jimin sing-songs. He looks comfortable and completely in his zone, kissing Jeongguk’s neck. “I’m gonna need a week to recover now, by the way. Sex is completely off the table for a whole week.”

“A week? Please. You’ll be begging me tomorrow again.”

“Shut up!” Jimin hits him lightly on the shoulder. “I’m breaking up with you.”

Jimin goes still as soon as the words are out of his mouth, letting out a soft gasp. His eyes widen as he looks over to Jeongguk, apologetic. They haven’t discussed such boundaries yet. It’s still a raw topic between them, still unsure how to label what they have become and what they mean to each other.

Jeongguk’s certainly not going to make a scene about it, though. He’s not an asshole.

“You’d never,” he finally decides on saying, pecking Jimin’s nose.

Jimin blinks in surprise before he softens. “Whatever,” he murmurs, dismissing the subject with a laugh.

Jeongguk switches the TV on as they snuggle under the duvet, content with each other’s presence and not wanting to do much of anything less. Jimin’s legs still tremble from the aftershocks of his orgasm, pressing his thighs together as Jeongguk gently rubs his shoulders and his wrists from where the cuffs have dug into his skin.

There’s not need for conversation when they’re so comfortable amongst each other. Jimin doesn’t bother saying anything, resting his head against Jeongguk’s chest and listening to his steady heartbeat, drifting in and out of a light nap.

It’s only when Jimin’s phone rings that he’s snapped out of his post-orgasm haze, groaning.

“Who is it?” He asks, nodding to the bedside table where his phone is.

(Mood: alt-J - In Cold Blood)

Jeongguk looks over, smiling a little. “Your sister.”

“Oh!” Jimin brightens, always pleased to hear from her, making grabby hands for his phone. “Pass it over, will you?”

“Sure.”

Jimin retrieves the calls immediately once the phone is in his hand, smiling widely as he picks up. Jeongguk has wondered what had happened between him and his sister since his father last got caught with cheating. The relationship between him and his family went downhill and it had been the breaking point, there’s no recovering left for them. There’s only so much one family can take.

But it seems Jimin’s maintained with his sister, regardless. It pleases Jeongguk to no end.

But Jimin’s expression fades almost instantly upon picking up the call, his face falling as his eyes squint.

“S-Slow down, Jiyeon. I can’t make out anything you’re saying.” There’s a deafening pause and Jimin starts to shake his head, tears gathering in his eyes as he scrambles out of the duvet. “No, Jiyeon. I didn’t - I wouldn’t - I hate him more than you do! But I would never do that to our family!”

Dread slams into Jeongguk as he’s on alert, pushing the duvet off him and standing up. He’s unsure what to do but his instinct screams at him to comfort Jimin, to touch him somehow and stop him from screaming. As he approaches Jimin, the older man whips around with a look that could kill. There’s venom dripping from his features, holding out a hand.

“Don’t you dare come near me,” he warns so suddenly, so fiercely that Jeongguk stops in his tracks.

“Jimin…”

Jeongguk has no idea what he’s done to be the victim of Jimin’s pointed stare. The mere thought that the man could be angry at him makes his stomach clench in discomfort, blinking back the impending moisture gathering in his eyes.

The phone call ends abruptly and Jimin pulls the phone away from his ear in apparent shock. He starts to search something on Google, ignoring Jeongguk like he doesn’t even exist in this moment of time.

“What the fuck,” Jimin breathes out a minute later. “What the fuck, what the fuck.”

“What is it, Jimin?” He tries again, stepping closer to him. “Baby, what the hell happened? I’m worried.”

Worried is an understatement. He can’t even begin to explain the emotions that threaten to swallow him whole right now, dwelling deep in the pits of his gut. He can’t do anything but wait.

Jimin looks up to him, narrowing his eyes on him. “Look at this.”

His voice is remarkably steady considering the turmoil Jimin’s facing, apparent to anyone. Jeongguk takes the phone off him hesitantly, biting back the nerves as he reads the article presented to him on the phone.

‘Park Family Exposed - cheating scandals, Jimin’s sexuality and endless accounts of fraud.’

Jeongguk can’t read beyond the first line. The Park’s history, in all it’s eternity, has been exposed and published all over the business headliners. In depth. The article stretches on for many pages and it’s not the only outlet doing so. Everyone’s jumping on the chance to feed off the scandal, wanting to report the Park family, one of the most powerful family in the whole country.

“Who would this?” Jeongguk questions, not wanting to look at anymore when he finds pictures of Jimin - clearly shots of him taken by paparazzi when he’s unaware, interacting with a random man. He hands the phone back to Jimin, shaking his head. “I don’t understand. Why would anyone--”

He stops in his track when it hits him, realisation slamming into him.

Mr. Jeon. The private investigator. Of course his father wouldn’t stop there, he would go the extra mile. The quietness, the radio silence from Mr. Jeon’s end was because he was planning this. The one and only revenge: get back at your enemies when they least expect it.

“Oh, shit.”

Jimin laughs bitterly, throwing his phone across the room. It shatters to pieces, the sound jarring and making Jeongguk jump in surprise.

“Oh shit is right, Jeongguk,” Jimin’s spitting at him, still consumed with fury.

“I don’t understand. Why are you acting like I’ve done something wrong?”

“Are you fucking serious right now?” He raises a disbelieving brow at Jeongguk, patronising under his pointed look. He scoffs, shaking his head as he starts to walk around the room. He moves at the speed of light, collecting his belongings.

Jeongguk walks after him, reaching out to halt the man. “Baby, calm the fuck down--”

Jimin tears out the hold like it burns him, eyes feral and full of fear. Raw, unfiltered fear and hurt.

“Don’t touch me, Jeongguk,” he whispers so lowly that it’s barely audible, voice trembling. “I can’t believe you’d do this.”

“I’m so lost right now, Jimin. What are you i>talking about?”

“I haven't told anyone about my father, you bastard!” Jimin starts to shout once again, his voice breaking on the last syllable as he hastily redresses himself. He almost stumbles over the boxers he attempts to put back on, working so fast that Jeongguk can’t even stop him. “When we went to Busan, that was the first time I opened up to anyone besides Hoseok and Taehyung about my father. I told you everything, about the cheating, about the unborn child and the abuse and now, suddenly, it’s been reported in the news.”

Jeongguk stops, staring at Jimin intently. His blood runs cold and he’s not sure how he’s supposed to react, numb as he faces the brunt of Jimin’s unjust anger.

“What are you implying?”

“Do you take me for an idiot, Jeongguk?” Jimin asks. “I’m so fucking stupid. I thought you liked me, like really liked me and wanted to be with me--”

“I do!”

“Yet the minute I open up to someone about my life, it’s all over the fucking news. You’re really going to try and tell me it wasn’t you?”

“Why the fuck would I tell anyone?”

Jeongguk doesn’t get the chance to finish his thought though. Jimin interrupts once again, laughing humorlessly that it sounds empty and bitter even to Jeongguk. He stands before Jimin but he can’t recognise the man amongst the pain that’s hitting him all at once.

“You used me.” Jimin concludes like his mind is set about this. “You used me, to get closer to me and then you reported me to the media.”

“It wasn’t me!” He argues right back. “It was my dad--”

“You and your father, yes! Fuck both of you!” Jimin collects the lingerie, shaking his head. “How can it not be you? How does your father magically know, huh? It was you. Stop fucking lying to my face right now.”

“Jimin. You’re angry and I get it. I’d be angry too if my life had been splashed all over the news for everyone to see, I get it. But you’re acting irrationally. You don’t know what you’re saying. This wasn’t me!” Jeongguk tries to convince, tears blurring his vision as he feels the relentless need to convince Jimin in any manner he can manage. “Please, believe me--”

“I don’t wanna hear a word from your mouth,” Jimin says seriously as he opens the bedroom door, walking towards the exit of the penthouse.

“Will you just hear me out--”

Jimin whirls around suddenly, making Jeongguk jolt back in surprise so their bodies don’t collide together. Jeongguk takes a step back, rightfully putting space between them. He’s not sure how to work through his emotions, ranging from both exasperation for being blamed for something he didn’t do. But he also feels the need to convince Jimin.

“You wanna know something, Jeongguk?” Jimin says softly. He has started to cry, the force of his sobs wracking his body. He wipes away the moisture furiously, fists clenched. “Did you ever have any idea, I’ve been in love with you since boarding school?”

Jeongguk’s heart tightens and the first of his tears start, not bothering to wipe them away.

“Jimin--”

“I’ve been waiting for this, you and me. I dreamt of this. I’m so hopelessly, fucking pathetically in love with you.” He stops to take a deep breath. “But you broke my heart. I knew you’d do this but I wanted to remain delusional.”

Jeongguk takes a step forward. “I didn’t do this,” he says as firmly as he can manage. “It was a private investigator, okay? I--”

“Stop, Jeongguk.” He sighs tiredly, sounding defeated and fed-up. Jimin turns his back on the man, opening the front door of the penthouse.

Before Jeongguk can get another word out, Jimin leaves and slams the door behind him.

Jeongguk stands in shock for a few minutes by the front door, trying to process through what has just happened. He swallows around the lump in his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe as it feels like his lungs are being squeezed. He clutches onto his chest, focusing on his breathing.

If he doesn’t calm down, he’ll progress into a full-blown panic attack.

Jimin’s gone. Just like that.

How little faith did Jimin have in him that he didn’t even stop to listen to Jeongguk? Didn’t bother to entertain any possible explanation for the outcome of the terrible events? It’s almost like Jimin had been waiting for this to happen, had been expecting doom to be lurking around the corner and for Jeongguk to be the culprit of it.

Regardless, Jeongguk can’t focus on that right now.

He retreats back to his bedroom as he grabs his own phone, his fingers shaking as he dials Seokjin’s number.

“Gukkie,” Seokjin answers on the first ring, pleasant as ever. “What’s up?”

“Hyung,” Jeongguk tries to say, his voice cracking as he cries silently.

It takes him a few moments to build up the courage to speak again, the thickness of his throat getting the better of him. He collapses to the floor, resting against the edge of the bed as he draws his knees up to his chest. He sniffles, trying to collect the last ounce of courage left in his weak body to speak.

“Guk…” Seokjin waits. “Are you crying?”

“Hyung,” he repeats. “I need your help. We’re going public with Mr. Jeon’s crimes and you have to protect me, please.”

Chapter Text

(Mood: Justin Timberlake - Say Something)

Thankfully, Seokjin arrives at the apartment within twenty minutes of the call.

Jeongguk is sitting on the floor, his back against the bed with his legs pressed up to his chest in a frail position. He’s attempting to regulate his breathing but it comes out choppy, hyperventilating as his brain spirals with thoughts hundred miles per hour. All he can think about is Jimin, wondering where he is, whether he’s okay and whether Jimin hates him or not.

He feels irked but he also feels an undying need to find Jimin, to imprint into the older man’s mind that this isn’t his doing. That he’d never hurt Jimin like that and he’d never have such a foul intention.

Seokjin hesitates upon noticing his form, a look of turbulence and uncertainty crossing his features before he crouches down before Jeongguk. His hand reaches out to touch his thighs lightly, the side of his lips twitching into a weak smile.

“Hey…” he murmurs, voice barely audible as it shakes. “I’m here now.”

Another moment passes before Seokjin’s reaching out for him, being met with a warm embrace. It’s a little difficult with their current positions but Jeongguk finds himself melting into the pair of arms, exhaling with a tremble. The consolation that Seokjin provides helps him get a grip over himself, able to navigate through his cloudy thoughts.

“Calm down, Jeongguk.” Seokjin’s voice has steadied now. “I’m here. You need to focus on your breathing.”

Jeongguk attempts to focus on his hyung’s words, trying to direct the last of the energy in his drained body towards his breathing. He’s failing miserably, each exhale catching his breath away and heavier than the last but Seokjin’s patient with him. The man keeps rubbing his back, shifting them on the floor so they’re more comfortable in the hug as he guides Jeongguk through the next few minutes.

Right now, all Jeongguk can focus on is the consequences. All he can imagine is how they’re all going to end with heartache, with a grief that they won’t be able to shoulder due to the big impact it’ll have on their lives. All he can focus on is whether or not he’ll be able to explain himself to Jimin, to make amends even when it’s not his own fault.

Seokjin doesn’t voice a single complaint whilst holding onto Jeongguk. He runs his nimble fingers through the younger man’s hair, lightly pulling at the end of the strands as if to orientate him. Each passing second begins to feel more bearable than the last and finally, Jeongguk feels normal again.

“What are we going to do?” He whines once he’s gained back the strength of his voice.

“First of all.” Seokjin clears his throat, giving him a stern look. “You’re gonna stop crying.”

Jeongguk hadn’t even realised the force of his own sobs, relentless and powerful. He blinks a few times, only to be replaced with more moisture that threatens to fall from his eyes.

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Do you trust me?”

“Of course, hyung,” he answers without missing a beat.

“So, you have to trust me. When I say I have a plan, you have to trust me,” Seokjin states as if it’s just as simple as that, not bothering to expand upon his cryptic words. “I have a way to figure this out but we’re going to calm down, wait for Namjoon and then we’ll go through the plan.”

“Okay…” Jeongguk murmurs, burying his face into Seokjin’s chest, words muffled against his clothes. “What plan?”

There’s a long pause where Seokjin doesn’t speak, doesn’t move an inch. Jeongguk waits patiently even when his chest fills with dread, knowing that it’s probably not legal nor is it going to be easy. It’s never easy trying to bring down a whole empire, one of the richest men to exist in the country.

“I’ll tell you once Namjoon’s here,” is all Seokjin finally replies with.

Namjoon arrives within the hour with a six-pack of soju bottles and a sheepish, unsure smile. He lets himself through the penthouse, coming through the door with a stack of folders in the other hand, placing the bottles down on the coffee table.

By now, Jeongguk has relocated to the couch. He’s curled up into himself, sporting a glass of ice-cold water that Seokjin insisted would be good for him. He’s been sipping at the content idly, waiting for the show to start so he can understand what’s going to happen next since Seokjin’s insistent on remaining quiet until Namjoon arrives.

“Hey,” Namjoon greets once his hands are free, walking to the couch. “How’re you doing, Guk?”

Jeongguk looks up with a smile that falls short, not reaching his eyes. “Tired,” he murmurs. “How was your journey getting here?”

“Decent. I had to pick up some stuff so took longer than expected.”

“Would you like anything to drink or eat, hyung?”

Namjoon shakes his head gently, sitting down besides Jeongguk and crowding up in his space. He looks at him firmly, eyes fixing on Jeongguk with a certain intensity behind them.

“We’re gonna need alcohol for this.”

Jeongguk bites his lips. “What’s going on? What do you two have planned?”

Jeongguk knows, immediately, that this is business now. That there’s no going back once they start this war, once they attempt to defeat the empire, they’ll be tainted for the days to come. Jeongguk’s going to lose every ounce of his worth, every penny that stands behind his name and his status will crumble.

There’s tension that thickens in the atmosphere between the three of them. Namjoon looks back to the folders stacked on the table, sighing as Seokjin walks over and grabs them, bringing them back.

Uncertainty blossoms in Jeongguk’s chest, mixing in with irrational doubt. Does Jeongguk really want to go through with this? Does he really want to destroy his mother’s life? The woman who has done nothing but give, give, give and receive absolutely nothing in return, leave her fending for herself. Is he doing this in the name of love, freedom, self respect? Betrayal?

“Guys… is this such a good idea?” He finds himself asking, unable to conceal the worrisome tone.

Seokjin looks up from the papers. “Your father is a sociopathic, controlling bastard who’s unstoppable. He has ruined your life since the day you were born. Are you sure you don’t want to do this?”

Jeongguk busies his fingers, fidgeting. “Everything will change.”

As much as he wants to give Mr. Jeon a taste of his own medicine, to watch him fall to his knees with his own two eyes - there’s still some unanswered questions that will arise from the act. There’s still other people who will be affected, hurt and rendered jobless after this.

“Perhaps, it has to. Guk, if you don’t do this, nothing will ever change. You have to fight for what you believe in.”

“I’ll lose everything. My mother will lose everything.”

Namjoon lets out a little sigh, reaching out to hold Jeongguk’s hand. “The things that are worth the most always require the most sacrifice, baby,” he says calmly, voice tender and soothing, healing Jeongguk’s wounds. “You’ll gain the most important thing of them all: your and everyone’s freedom.”

Freedom.

Being trapped, suffocated by Mr. Jeon’s tactics all his life, unable to experience anything else - he doesn’t know what freedom really means. But he knows he wants to understand that emotion, he wants to experience it.

“Is it worth the sacrifice?” Jeongguk’s voice is brittle when he asks, close to breaking as he shuts his eyes tightly.

“For freedom, it’s always worth it.”

Jeongguk swallows around the lump in his throat, tasting the bitterness residing amongst the pain. When he glances up at Namjoon, he finds the man’s expression is sincere and Seokjin almost seems just as serious. They both seem entirely sure of themselves, determined and confident.

Jeongguk has always trusted them. He decides to trust them once again, knows they’ll never lead him astray.

He exhales, the wind rushing out of him and his lungs inflating. He visibly relaxes, feeling like he can finally think properly for the first time since Jimin stormed out of the penthouse merely two hours ago.

“Let’s do this, then.”

Jimin is smothered in Taehyung’s arms, wrapped up tightly in his embrace. He’s focusing on inhaling for five seconds, exhaling for five seconds to regulate his breathing. Taehyung is a soothing presence and despite Jimin’s current state, he’s everything Jimin needs right now with the quiet promises that man ushers and fingers discarding through his hair.

“You’re home,” Taehyung whispers. “You’re here with us and you’re okay.”

Hoseok is standing before them with a little pout, precarious and unsure what he can to do help. Jimin doesn’t need much, though. Just knowing that his two best friends are here with him is enough for him, trying to distract himself from the thoughts that threaten to completely take over.

“Do you know what’s going on right now?”

Jimin shakes his head, leaning back into Taehyung’s touch. He had switched off his phone once he had left Jeongguk’s place, certain that it wasn’t working anyway. He didn’t want to talk to anyone.

“Have you heard from anyone?” Hoseok questions next, stepping closer. “Your mother, your sister?”

“No,” he mumbles, his voice hoarse.

Nothing makes sense right now for Jimin. The puzzles don’t fit together and the more he ponders over how this is possible, the more his frustration grows and threatens to overtake him. He wants to punch a wall and he wants to see his knuckles bruise, he wants to yell until his lungs run dry. He wants to confront his father but he also wants to confront Mr. Jeon.

His mind is running too fast, plaguing him with thoughts that are toxic and relentless, not letting Jimin breathe.

It couldn’t have been Jeongguk.

Jeongguk wouldn’t hurt him like this, he wouldn’t betray him and go back on all the progress they’ve managed to make in the past few months. Whilst there’s still boundaries to be broken, trust to be gained - he knows Jeongguk wouldn’t do that to him. It only causes more irritation directed towards himself.

Hoseok approaches him again a minute later with a glass of water. “You need to calm down, Jimin,” his voice is a low rumble as he crouches before Jimin. “You’re not gonna be able to do anything in this state.”

Jimin accepts the glass of water offered to him, gulping down the contents hastily.

“Where’s Yoongi?” He asks a minute later, realising with a start that if their company is over, so is Yoongi’s career.

Hoseok’s face falls a little. “He’s not answering his calls.”

“This is all my fault,” Jimin starts his self-deprecating rant, voicing out what he’s been thinking this whole time. “If I--”

“Stop,” Taehyung cuts him off before he can progress any further, a stern expression taking over his face. “If you dare find a reason to blame yourself, I’ll really get mad. This isn’t your fault. None of this is. You didn’t ask for any of this.”

“But--”

“Shut up, Jimin.”

Jimin clamps his mouth shut, letting out a deep exhale. He doesn’t know what to do but he feels useless, sitting here whilst his whole life is falling to pieces around him. He doesn’t have any contact with his family but all he knows is his own sister is holding him responsible for the events that have happened.

He doesn’t want to talk to them. He doesn’t want to check the news to see the progress they’ve made towards investigating the Park family. He doesn’t want to associate himself with the controversy, not wanting to be named but he already knows he has been. His whole life has become a speculation for the public to pry into, draw their own conclusions as they wish.

“I wanted everything to be over…” Jimin manages to say a minute later, admitting what everyone has already known. “But not like this. Never like this.”

Jimin knows, deep down, that there never has been another solution. The only way to bring down a powerful, famous empire is to do it quickly and all at once. There’s no other loopholes to work around the authority a certain group of people can hold.

There’s things Jimin needs to start doing. Now that the company is being burnt to the ground, torn to shreds before the media - he needs to stop thinking about how he’s going to protect himself, how his future will fold out and where he’s going to go from here. Despite the urgent questions, he can’t find the will to do anything but take sanctuary from Taehyung’s arms.

“I know, honey,” Taehyung comforts, rubbing his back gently. “Let’s get you to sleep, yeah? Come tomorrow morning, we’ll figure it out.”

They go into the bedroom, falling under the covers. Taehyung’s right there with him, joining him.

It takes him awhile to fall asleep, even with Taehyung spooning him and humming a tune under his breath to coax the man to sleep. Eventually, Jimin allows his eyes to drift close and remain closed.

Seokjin and Namjoon sit cross-legged on the floor at the coffee table, Jeongguk resting on the couch above them. There’s a bottle of soju placed in the middle of the table as either of the men reach out and take a gulp every now and then, needing something to take the edge off.

“So, what’s the plan?” Jeongguk asks - for what feels like the hundredth time - again, shifting so he can sit upright.

The folders have been splashed out across the coffee table, papers scattered everywhere as both of the men highlight chunks of information on print. Seokjin has a calculator with him, jabbing endless buttons.

Namjoon looks up at the question. “It’s a little complicated.”

“Well, I still need to know.”

Seokjin laughs. “The plan is simple… it’s getting all the paperwork so we can prove our claims that is complicated. Crimes like Mr. Jeon’s are easy to remove, paper trails can be destroyed really easily.”

He narrows his eyes. “Right…”

“These limited amount of papers is legitimate proof of Mr. Jeon’s dirty tactics, proving his tax evasion.” He raises a few papers, lines highlighted with numbers. “Our number one priority right now is making sure you’re not affiliated with these numbers so the blame goes to Mr. Jeon entirely.”

“Oh.” Jeongguk shuffles forwards. “But I wasn’t involved.”

“We know that, the police and the public don’t know that.”

“So after this…” he gestures to the mess on the table. “What happens next?”

“Well,” Namjoon interrupts. “Once we’ve sorted through the paperwork, we can take them to the police and explain the situation. We can also go to the media if you want it to be on the news.”

“Of course,” Jeongguk answers immediately. “He ruined Jimin’s life, I’m going to give him a taste of his own fucking medicine.”

Seokjin smiles wryly, face unreadable. “Once the police have processed and they get a warrant for the man’s arrest, Mr. Jeon will be behind bars soon enough. Hopefully, for a really long time.”

It’s terrifying the more Jeongguk thinks about it. He has always dreamt of this day but now that it’s happening and the outcome is near, it fills him with nerves that cripple him, anxiety that doesn’t let him breathe easily. He knows that with Namjoon and Seokjin, he’s safe and they’ll never lead him astray - but it won’t ease the blow that’s coming for everyone.

This doesn’t just affect himself and his father.

It affects all the workers involved with the company including Seokjin and Namjoon, it affects his mother and his family that are tied down with the business. It’ll tilt everyone’s world off their axis.

Namjoon seems to notice his apprehension, offering the half empty soju bottle to Jeongguk. “Hey, I promise we’re going to be okay.”

Jeongguk accepts the bottle. He washes down his dry throat with the bitter taste of the drink, trying to placid himself.

“I believe you,” he finally replies to Namjoon with a nod. “I’m ready.”

The next morning, Jimin wakes up to a dull headache. The pressure is forefront, focused on his temples and he groans as he rolls over, his index finger and thumb reaching out to press against the pain. The pounding starts a minute later when he attempts to stand up, moving too fast too early, causing his brain to protest.

“Painkillers…” he murmurs to himself, voice disturbed with sleep.

Before Jimin can look around and sort himself out, he recognises two voices clashing in the kitchen outside his room. The tone is a few octaves higher than a normal conversation would require, prompting him to believe that someone’s engaged in an argument. He frowns as he throws on a spare, clean shirt and walking outside.

Jimin’s met with an unexpected sight: his mother.

She stands in the kitchen, talking to Taehyung who seems adamant and insists on her leaving. Hoseok stands in the back with Yoongi by his side, opting not to get involved but has disapproval flashed all over his face.

“You have no right to come in here and now act like you’re concerned for Jimin,” Taehyung’s firm voice booms through the room, fierce and unyielding.

“He’s my son, I need to talk to him! This doesn’t concern you!”

Jimin watches them bicker back-and-forth before deciding he needs to step in and declare his presence. He clears his throat loudly to catch their attention, observing how Taehyung immediately clasps his mouth shut.

“Mother,” Jimin greets with an air of coldness, trying to act detached and unbothered. “What are you doing here?”

As far as Jimin’s concerned, his mother has never been too attentive with what Jimin is doing, how he’s doing. She has always been preoccupied with her own life, her own issues that torment her life. She’s always been tied down with taking care of her cheating, emotionally abusive husband to ever give Jimin the time of her day.

But right now, his mother looks… frail. Delicate. A little broken, perhaps.

She’s not trying to hold up a fight, not putting up a wall to guard herself away from other people. Her expression is open but devastated, eyes drooped with exhaustion and the bags under her bags a clear sign of sleep deprivation. Her lips are curled downwards almost like it’s permanent, twitching sadly. Jimin almost doesn’t recognise her.

It causes a pang of regret and guilt to run through his body but he refuses to acknowledge it, swallowing down the sour distaste and keeping his face as neutral as he can manage.

“Jimin-ah…” Her voice is tender, a touch she’s never handled well. “I think we need to talk.”

“I don’t think we have any talking to do, mother.” He doesn’t mean to sound so dismissing. “The last time we talked, you told me to get lost when I was trying to help you.”

“You were making the situation worse.”

“I was helping.”

His mother clicks her tongue, momentarily taken aback before she lets out a heavy, resigned sigh. “Can we please just talk?” She resorts to pleading, voice ending on a high, desperate shrill. “There’s a lot we need to discuss after last night’s events.”

Jimin glances around the room, eyes locking with Yoongi who gives him a reassuring nod, encouraging him. He takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself before he gestures to the front door.

“Follow me.”

He leads his mother outside the apartment so they’re alone, able to discuss more openly without having to hold words back. His mother is relieved for this fact, relaxing just the slightest touch as she stands before her son.

“Talk, then.”

“I’m sure you’re aware of what has happened,” his mother starts, not beating around the bush as she fiddles with the hem of her shirt, seeking out a distraction. “Last night… I’m sure.”

“Yeah. Jiyeon called me… and accused me.”

She scrunches her nose up. “Accused you? Of telling the media?”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” she laughs. “I really doubt you’d do that.”

“I wouldn’t. I didn’t,” Jimin insists patiently but firmly, not wanting to be pegged for the guy who brings down a whole empire as well as exposing himself in the process. “There was shit about me that was uncovered too, you know? Why’d I throw myself into the fire for no reason at all?”

She hums. “I know.”

Jimin stares at her for a moment before exhaling. “So, what’s happened, then?”

“Well… your father was arrested late last night but he’s already been released on bail, he’s preparing to come home,” she informs himself matter-of-factly, her voice a void of her emotions. “He’s preparing to skip cities.”

Jimin blinks in surprise. “Skip? Runaway?” He asks for confirmation, chortling when she nods. “Does he realise that only makes him look guilty? A fugitive?”

“He’s not stupid. I’m sure he’s well aware.”

Jimin curses under his breath, looking away and focusing on the wall behind his mother. He has always remained well composed before his parents, not daring to reveal any inner emotions. He hates appearing vulnerable before them. It’s only a tactic for Mr. Park to prey upon, use it to his own advantage with his snide, abusive ways.

“What are you gonna do, then? Jiyeon?”

His mother shrugs. “Jiyeon left last night with her bags, saying she’s staying with a friend until this blows over. Thankfully, she has never been directly involved with your father’s business and therefore, she’ll remain safe. I don’t think we’ll be hearing from her for a while.”

The news fills Jimin with a bittersweet resentment. On one hand, he’s thankful that she has escaped from a toxic situation, seeked refuge somewhere she’ll be safe until the brunt of conditions passes. On the other hand, he wishes Jiyeon isn’t still blaming him, cursing him for something he hasn’t done.

“Oh, okay.”

“Me… I’m… I’m gonna leave with your father.”

Jimin peers at his mother at her admittance, feeling calamity growing within him at her words.

“Mother…” he says tentatively, as if speaking the words at a slower pace will somehow help her understand how it’s a bad idea. “If you leave with him, you’ll only get charged for helping him escape during a trial, you know? That’ll put you down as well.”

She just smiles though, it’s weak and tugs at her lips almost as if it forces her to exert all her energy.

“I’m aware, Jimin-ah.”

“You can’t just disappear with him, Eomma!” Jimin resorts to raising his voice, feeling a twinge of anguish and desolation pulling at his chest. “You’ll only become guilty as well. You have never deserved any of this!”

“Have I not?”

“No! That man is a horrible, abominable person who has kept you trapped for decades. You, right now, have a chance to leave him. To start afresh. He has cheated on you multiple times, treated you like the dirt under his shoes. Why would you runaway with him?”

As much as Jimin rants, he’s not sure he’s even getting through to his mother. Her expression remains impassive. If she feels an impact from the words, she’s certainly not showing it. They stare at each other minutes after Jimin stops talking, his chest heaving with the ferocity of his words.

When she finally speaks, it’s something he didn’t expect to hear.

“You’re gay.”

Jimin huffs a laugh. “Really, mother? Is that what’s important right now, degrading me and my sexuality?”

She shakes her head. “Not at all. I just… you’re really gay.”

“You think father calls me a faggot for the joke?”

“You’ve never really come out to me,” his mother continues, voice hushed and eyes glistening with apparent… fondness. “I mean, we’ve all had our doubts and you’ve never been shy to express who you are but you’ve never said it.”

“I didn’t realise I had to.”

“You didn’t… it was just a confirmation for me, I guess?”

The conversation has taken a turn, a complete change to what they had been discussing minutes prior to this. Jimin reels from the way his mother doesn’t look disgusted, isn’t looking down upon Jimin. Rather, she has a small smile poking at her lips.

“Oh.”

She takes a step forward, her shaking hand reaching out to hold Jimin’s lightly. “Do you have someone special in your life, Jimin-ah?”

It’s unusual for him to receive more than five minutes of his mother’s attention at one given time. For her to be holding his hand, giving him a tolerant smile and questioning about a realm they’ve never delved into before - it’s almost jarring. It almost makes Jimin want to back away, shut down the conversation.

Instead, he ponders over her question.

The first thought his mind turns to is Jeongguk. The same man who he’s been devoted to, whether he’s realised it or not, since he was a teenager. The same man who’s scowls turned into fond smiles, how it’d crinkle his eyes and how he laughs so prettily whether or not he realises it.

Everything is about Jeongguk.

“Maybe…” Jimin finally answers, biting on his bottom lip. “I think I fucked it up, though.”

His mother frowns. “Oh, really? Why?”

He shrugs. “I… I accused him of something really bad without knowing all the facts and processing what has happened. I think I really hurt him.”

Jimin’s certain he’s hurt Jeongguk. He still remembers the pained expression Jeongguk had painted over his face, fixed in with betrayal and disbelief before Jimin had left the penthouse. He had been quick to jump to conclusions, accused Jeongguk of something unthinkable and he’s not sure he can repair the pain.

Logically, it had made sense at the time. Now that he thinks back on it, he knows he acted irrationally and he had been quick to utter harsh words, hurling them without a hint of remorse towards Jeongguk.

His chest pangs at the mere thought, wanting nothing more than to retract his words and apologise.

“Oh?” She seems mildly intrigued but she doesn’t question anymore than she’s been granted to know, squeezing Jimin’s hand. “It’s never too late. If you can reach out to him and say sorry, I’m sure he’ll accept it.”

“I’m not sure…”

“You’ll never know until you try, Jimin-ah.”

Another laugh leaves Jimin, narrowing his brows. “Since when did you become the nurturing, advice-giving mother?” He asks teasingly, no real malice behind his tone.

She shrugs. “Since this may be the last time we ever talk and I didn’t want to leave until I knew you'd be happy.”

Jimin deflates, the air rushing out of his lungs and his smile fades immediately.

“Mother, please, don’t. Don’t go. You don’t have to do this.”

She smiles wistfully. “Don’t worry about me, Jimin--”

“No, I can’t let you do this. I won’t let you go.”

His mother takes a step back, detaching their hands. “I’ll think about it,” she decides on. “Just… promise me you’ll take care of yourself, never settle for anyone who’ll treat you any less than you deserve?”

Jimin feels a wave shame washing over him, staring into his mother’s eyes with anguish flooding into his eyes. He doesn’t deserve Jeongguk after what he’s done and the destruction he’s caused thus far but he’s selfish. He knows he’s too ruined for anyone else now, that is heart is tied to Jeongguk regardless.

He knows what he has to do.

“I promise,” Jimin finally says. “Promise me you’ll do the same for yourself?”

His mother is already beginning to retreat back, towards the elevator. She glances over her shoulder, her eyes warm. “I’ll see you around, Jimin-ah.”

Jeongguk has been working non-stop with his hyung’s. The night has turned into the morning and they’re all lacking sleep, fueled with copious amounts of alcohol and staring at words until they’ve begun to blur into each other.

His muscles protest with staying up for hours on end, his bones feeling too heavy for his body as he attempts to navigate around his penthouse. He decides to prepare breakfast for the three of them, knowing having some wholemeal and protein will kick start the day for them.

Seokjin is lounging on the couch, stretched out across the plush seat with his feet hanging off the edge. The folder is covering his face, the papers scattered across the floor on the rug carpet and untouched. Namjoon, on the other hand, is intently tapping numbers into the calculator almost mindlessly, taken over by the hunger that threatens to overtake him.

“Eggs and toast okay?” Jeongguk questions as he rummages through his mostly empty fridge, frowning at the lack of groceries.

“Yeah, whatever will be fine.”

The younger man hums as he grabs the ingredients he needs, pulling out a pan from the cabinets. Since he started to affiliate with Jimin, he’s started to use his kitchen and start cooking more often. He feels more confident now, spreading the oil across the pan with ease and cracking the egg in like a professional.

It’s a little while later when Jeongguk’s prepared breakfast, spreading the butter across the toast when the bell rings for the penthouse.

He halts what he’s doing, instant dread spreading through his chest and making his lungs inflate. Heat spreads through Jeongguk, jumping into a fight response as he walks back out to his hyung.

“Is it Mr. Jeon?” He uses the name, no longer concerned with addressing him with respect.

Seokjin groans a little, running a hand through his hair to fix out the unkempt strands before he stands up. “I’ll check,” he offers, walking to the front door and asking the receptionist who it is. His face pales a little when he looks back at Jeongguk. “It’s Jimin. He’s here.”

Surprise filters into Jeongguk, having not expected the man’s presence to arise back anytime soon. At least, not until after they had gone public with Mr. Jeon’s tactics. He narrows his eyes, unable to push down the first wave of nerves that blossom in the pits of his stomach.

Jeongguk is still a little enraged at Jimin’s reaction last night. Whilst he understands that in the heat of moment, Jimin hadn’t been able to slow down his spinning thoughts to think logically, the sting of the accusation still burns like a bitter taste at the back of his throat that he just can’t swallow.

“Let him in,” he answers before he can change his mind.

“We’ll… uh,” Namjoon stands up, grabbing his belongings. “We’ll be outside, then.”

His hyung’s grant him the privacy that he needs, excusing themselves within minutes and leaving the penthouse hollow and empty. Jeongguk sighs as he looks over his shoulder, back at the untouched breakfast that has probably turned cold by now. Before he can make a move to store the food away, there’s a quiet rap on the door. Presumably Jimin.

Jeongguk collects the last lingering strength in his body, composing himself together as he walks over to retrieve the man. He still feels his breath being knocked right out of him when he’s faced with Jimin, can’t help but allow his eyes to linger over Jimin’s face. He’s been worried and now that he’s standing by Jimin, it consumes him wholly.

Jimin looks a little broken. He looks devastated. Where he’s always well put together and prepared to rebuttal, he looks out of place now with uncertainty painting over his expression. He’s shifting on his feet, a clear sign of discomfort and his lips are turned downwards in sadness. Jimin’s eyes are no longer shining like they usually do, dull and barren.

Jeongguk’s fingers twitch, wanting to reach out and strip Jimin away from his pain.

Instead, he remains quiet and still. He doesn’t move a single, not daring to look away from Jimin, afraid that the boy will run in the other direction away from him. Despite it all, Jeongguk wants nothing more than to be surrounded by Jimin.

Finally, when Jeongguk gains the courage of his own voice, he whispers. “Are you okay?”

Jimin blinks, a little taken back and confounded. He doesn’t reply straight away, waiting a beat as he licks his lips and diverts his gaze to the floor.

“I don’t know,” he finally answers, refusing to make contact with Jeongguk. “Can I come in? I need to talk to you.”

Jeongguk doesn’t need to contemplate, extending the door to let Jimin through without a second thought. The man walks through gratefully, walking to the couch and sitting down carefully. He’s holding himself together at the seam tightly, rigid and tense. It’s almost like they’ve travelled back in time, back to when they were acting like strangers around each other.

It doesn’t feel right. Jeongguk doesn’t like how it feels, strained and the atmosphere restive between them.

“What do you need to talk to me about?” Jeongguk asks him, standing before him.

Jimin looks up timidly through his lashes. “Can you sit down?”

“I don’t think I will.”

Jeongguk’s unintentionally being difficult, not even meaning for his tone to sound so pungent and sharp with no hints of remorse. Last night’s events play through his mind, torturing him on a loop and all he can remember is Jimin’s unforgiving stare before he had left, resilient and unrelenting.

Jimin sighs. “I suppose I deserve it.”

“Just…” Jeongguk gestures to the man. “Just tell me what you need to talk about, Jimin. Do you need help? Do you need something?”

“I… no. No.” Jimin finally looks up, feral with wide eyes. “No, of course not. I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t just take advantage of you like that, Guk.”

Jeongguk didn’t think he would. From everything he has had the privilege to learn about Jimin, the man is hard around the edges, tough to get to know and almost exhausting. But once you break through Jimin’s wall, he is someone everyone desire to have in their lives - whether as a friend or as a lover. He is charismatic, his smile alluring every man and woman that crosses with him and the glint in his eyes is almost dangerous at times. He is dynamic, holding layers and layers upon dreams that he’s managed to conceal deep within him.

Jimin is strong in a way everyone desires to be. He is always fighting, pushing against the expectations and rules that are placed upon him. He is romantic in a very distinct manner but a way that Jeongguk appreciates, attentive to every little thing about Jeongguk but still playful.

Jeongguk is in love with Jimin. He has been for a long, long time. He doesn’t want one grave mistake of Jimin to overlook everything good the man is and continues to be, will perhaps always be.

Jeongguk grumbles under his breath, growing increasingly frustrated. “I know,” he says quietly, resigned. “You’re just… you’re making me nervous and I have a lot to do, so.”

“I came here to say sorry,” Jimin finally comes out with the truth. He stands up, abandoning the seat to step closer to Jeongguk. Heat radiates from Jimin’s proximity, making Jeongguk shudder but he’s unable to look anywhere else but directly at the man. Jimin truly looks apologetic, remorse leaking into his features. “I feel so fucking terrible about what I said, about how I blamed you… I knew, knew it wasn’t you.. It didn’t make any sense, why you’d want to hurt me like that after everything.”

Jeongguk’s eyes tear up but he withholds the moisture from spilling out, letting Jimin say all the words on his mind.

“As soon as I got home and I had a moment to myself… I knew you couldn’t have done that to me. Why would you? What would you gain?” Jimin’s rambling now, words jumbling into each other as he takes a deep breath. “I love you so much, Jeongguk. I know you wouldn’t want to hurt me like that and I’m so, so sorry for accusing you, for jumping to conclusions… for hurting you.”

Jeongguk nibbles on his bottom lip, blinking back the tears. “You don’t think it was me?”

“No, no,” Jimin’s quick to say, shaking his head hastily. “Of course not. I don’t know who it could be except Mr. Jeon but I know it can’t be you.”

“It was him.”

Jimin hums, disinterested. “It doesn’t matter--”

“No, it does, Jimin.” He cuts the distance between them so they’re only an inch apart, their chests touching. “I’m fucking disgusted that he would expose your life, your family’s life like that - I hope you know that.”

“Of course, I do. I do, Guk. I made a mistake and I’m really so sorry.” This time, Jimin’s voice breaks. “I didn’t even stop to listen to you, I just… I was hasty and fucking stupid and I’m sorry.”

“Baby…” Jeongguk whispers this time, feeling his guard coming tumbling down at distressed, tormented expression. He wants nothing more than to wipe it clean, to catch a glimpse of Jimin’s usual smile. It hurts him just as much, making his stomach churn. “Please, stop.”

“Stop what?”

“It’s okay. I forgive you,” Jeongguk murmurs. “I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

Jimin’s quiet for a moment, unable to look away almost like he’s in a trance. His bottom lips starts to wobble, eyes filling with water as he tries to step away. Jeongguk reaches out to stop him, not letting him escape.

“You’re.” Jimin stops, exhaling. “You’re being too kind.”

“It’s what you deserve.”

“I accused you, I said some really fucked up shit and you’re not even mad?”

“Jimin, I am mad. I was mad but…” he shrugs, looking at Jimin. He’s still so beautiful and it urges him to cup the man’s face, watching how Jimin shivers but leans into the touch nonetheless. “I understand as well, I guess? It was an irrational reaction, it was what you thought you understood, it was… it was the heat of the moment and you’re here apologising and that’s more than enough for me.”

Jimin takes a step closer, leaning his head against Jeongguk’s shoulder. “You’re too nice to me.”

“Hey, stop it,” Jeongguk scolds, rubbing Jimin’s back patiently. “What do you want me to do? Lash out at you, yell at you for what you did? Why should I, when you’re here apologising sincerely?”

Jimin exhales again, his body visibly relaxing. “I’m sorry,” he says again, a little quieter this time, barely audible.

Jeongguk sighs as he wraps his arm around the older man, enveloping him tight and holding him steady. Despite it all, they’re both in problematic, demanding situations right now. Whilst Jimin’s life has been made public for society to manifest upon, tearing him and the family apart - Jeongguk’s similar fate only awaits.

“It’s okay,” Jeongguk whispers. “But you do that again and I may not be so forgiving,” he adds on, teasing.

Jimin manages to a weak chuckle. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

When they pull away, Jimin scans across the penthouse. It’s a tip, a mess that Jeongguk hadn’t even considered tidying due to Jimin’s last minute appearance. He looks over the figures on the papers, the stationery scattered all over. His expression turns perplexed, looking over to Jeongguk.

“What… what is all this?”

Jeongguk smiles wryly, a hint of bitterness shining through. “Let’s just say, there’ll be no Mr. Jeon after we’re through with analysing these papers.”

Jimin and Jeongguk walk to the bedroom, gravitating towards each other. Though it had barely been a day since they had last seen each other, Jimin’s clinging onto him as another form of an apology. They lay under the bed sheets, limbs tangled up together and Jimin’s face nestled in Jeongguk’s neck as they listen to the calm melody of the Spotify playlist they have on repeat.

“Father’s running away,” Jimin explains a minute later of silence stretching between them, reaching out for Jeongguk’s hand and playing with his fingers. “I guess, mother is as well. There’ll be no Park family or Kia motor’s after this.”

Jeongguk hums. “That’s a suicidal move.”

“He’s jumping right into it, being released from bail and moving as quick as he can.”

He scoffs, shaking his head in disapproval. For these men that are supposed to be the leading figure in their lives, supposed to be a father and smart, owning billions to their name - they’re rather futile when it comes to making decisions that will affect the rest of their lives.

“Good luck to him, then.”

Jimin stifles a laugh. “So… you said it was your father? Who did this all, exposed my family?” He pauses. “Why? Why would he do that?”

Jeongguk freezes up for a moment at the warranted question, knowing he shouldn’t keep the truth a secret any longer from Jimin. He should’ve been open and honest the minute he had discovered his father was seeking out private investigators, tearing apart into their lives and invading their personal space. It would’ve prevented the blow out yesterday with Jimin losing his temper and the misunderstanding that followed.

He lifts Jimin’s fingers, kissing the pad of each one as a momentary distraction.

“Mr. Jeon knows about us, me and you.”

Jimin blinks up to him, face contorted in bewilderment. “What?”

“Yeah. He knows everything. He had hired private investigators since he got suspicious at the launch after-party, ordered them to follow me and you around, took pictures.”

He looks alarmed, consternation washing over him as he reaches out to squeeze Jeongguk’s hand. “What kind of pictures?”

“All kinds,” he’s quick to admit with a slight curl of his lips, sighing. “There’s also… some indecent ones, of you riding me.”

Jimin’s nose wrinkles in disgust. “Shit. Where the fuck does he get off? Asshole.”

“From there, he confronted me,” Jeongguk pauses. “I told him I loved you and that I was gay.”

This time, Jimin seems taken aback. He shifts a little so he can put distance between them, blinking up to Jeongguk in disbelief.

“You, what?”

“I told him I was gay and that I loved you,” he repeats his words with a slight laugh, shrugging. “I told him I wanted to be with you and that there was nothing he can do to stop it unless he wanted me to tell the world about his crimes.”

“So…”

“So, he acted out by responding to my threats by telling the world about the Park family’s crimes.”

Jimin is stunned, hints of loathing and repulsion peeking through his features. He tightens his hold over Jeongguk’s hand, lacing their fingers together and absent-mindedly returning to play with them.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs a minute later. “You came out to your father, threatened him and I… I was so quick to jump to judgement and accuse you like a shitty, bratty--”

Jeongguk reaches over with his free hand and clamps it over Jimin’s mouth, not wanting to hear self-deprecating words being utter from him. Not when he should only speak good about him like he is. He shakes his head patiently, tugging Jimin back into his space with their conjoined hands.

“Stop. Stop apologising. I forgave you the first time.”

Jimin pushes the hand off. “It was still shitty of me.”

“Perhaps,” Jeongguk admits. “But you made a mistake and that’s okay.”

He doesn’t sound satisfied with himself but he doesn’t voice anymore words, just letting out a heavy, resigned sigh and snuggling back into Jeongguk’s neck. They don’t speak for a few minutes, just relishing each other’s company and presence.

“What’s gonna happen now, then?” Jimin finally questions once the curiosity gets the better of him, still fixated on what he had seen in the living room.

“We’re going to the police and the media about Mr. Jeon.”

His apprehension and doubt has faded away, replaced with conviction and determination. If he doesn’t take the empire down, Mr. Jeon’s unrightful reign and terror will continue amongst the company and the workers involved. It was always meant to come tumbling down, the wealth was always meant to disperse eventually and Jeongguk knows he’s doing everyone a favor that’s involved.

Jimin looks uncertain, though. “Then what?”

“Then… I don’t know,” he says quietly, hasn’t breached upon the aftermath. “I guess, I’ll have to go into hiding for a while, keep myself safe from any possible threats and backlash we’ll receive.”

“Hiding… here, in Seoul?”

“No, baby. I’m thinking overseas.”

The confession makes Jimin visibly panic, shooting up once again with wide eyes. “You’re gonna leave me here?”

His voice is frightened, ringing with alarm. Jeongguk pouts a little at Jimin’s immediate reaction, knowing full well that he isn’t sure he could ever leave Jimin behind wherever he goes.

“If you’d like to come away with me, I think I’d like that.”

They’re both sitting upright now, seriousness invading both of their expressions. Running away is not an easy task, especially when the world isn’t on your side and the billions of wealth you’ve had is no longer going to be at your aid. They’ll be alone, bankrupt, no job or family to their names except loyal friends that are better than blood relations have ever treated them. Jeongguk knows with Seokjin and Namjoon, he’ll never be alone no matter where he goes.

Jimin’s breathing has quickened, contemplation on his face as he quietly stares into Jeongguk’s eyes.

“You know, I love you?” Jimin whispers.

Jeongguk cups Jimin’s face, watching the older man nuzzle and lean into the touch. He strokes his thumb against Jimin’s cheekbones, humming.

“I know,” he confirms. Perhaps, he’s known for a while because Jimin’s words yesterday night hadn’t completely shocked him. “Did you know, I’ve kept that scarf you got for me in boarding school? The one you gifted me?”

Jimin raises a brow. “You have?”

“Of course. You think I could throw away anything that linked to you?”

A soft smile peeks at his lips, eyes warm. “Tell me more.”

“You wanna know more?” Jeongguk laughs a little, hearty and whole, feeling more put together than he has in a while. “The truth is, Jimin… baby, I’ve loved you since boarding school, too. Maybe, I didn’t understand the feeling, then and maybe, I don’t completely get it now. I struggle with emotions because of how I’ve been raised and nurtured. But ever since I saw you for the first time in boarding school, my stomach tightened and I soon learned that’s what they call ‘butterflies’.”

Jimin rolls his eyes fondly, laughing watery. “Sap.”

“And everytime you left my dorm room, I found myself wanting you to stay. Every time I saw you around the fields, I wanted to approach you and talk to you. I didn’t know it then and I didn’t even know it a few months ago, but I’ve realised now. There’s really no one my heart could devote itself to unless it’s you, Jimin. It’s always been you, baby.”

Jimin is silent before he speaks a few moments later. “Tell me you love me.”

“Oh, Jimin. I love you so much.”

Jimin doesn’t waste anymore time. He leans in, pressing their lips together in a searing, passionate kiss. It ignites Jeongguk’s body, sparking off arousal as well as contentment as he reaches up, tangling his fingers into Jimin’s hair. They manage to create a rhythm, steadily kissing as Jeongguk licks into Jimin’s mouth with a needy moan.

When they pull away, lips swollen and red from kissing for too long and hair now disheveled - Jimin just grins. “I love you, too.”

“You’d run away with me?”

“Any day, sweetheart. Just name a place.”

They start making the final preparations.

Whilst Namjoon works on finishing off the paperwork, Seokjin starts to ensure that Jeongguk is ready and safe to leave as soon as the news hits the major media outlets. He withdraws all the money he can on a last minute notice from Jeongguk’s bank, transferring it into another account so it won’t be frozen and shut off as soon as the company’s truth is revealed.

“So, where would you like to leave to?” Seokjin asks as he surfs the internet, searching up potential places they can resort to, for hiding.

Jimin’s seated in Jeongguk’s lap, head buried in his neck. He has a loose arm wrapped around Jimin’s waist, keeping him close and rocking his body slightly so he can ease the nerves that Jimin’s harbouring in his body.

“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “I haven’t really thought about it. I’d love to go Japan.”

Seokjin doesn’t seem impressed, though. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, it’s way too close to home.”

“No one’s gonna come looking for me, are they? It’ll be a nice change. Japan is good,” Jeongguk decides, mind set now that he’s pondered about it.

They’re going with the flow, with no complete plan of what they have to do from start to finish but rather following what feels right. In this moment of time, escaping to Japan feels like the right thing to do. He’s always wanted to visit and Jimin’s prior trip gives them some experience, easier to settle into the country.

Jimin is in agreement because he lifts his head, humming. “I wanna go back to Japan.”

Though Seokjin doesn’t look too pleased about this fact, he doesn’t argue. He does as he’s told and books two one-way tickets to Tokyo, leaving tomorrow morning, giving them enough time to organise and sort out what they need to before they jet away.

“I’m sad that you’re leaving, Jeongguk,” Seokjin states, tone lowered as he closes the laptop. His eyes are flooded with emotion and unspoken words, just looking into Jeongguk.

“It’s not forever, hyung.”

Jeongguk mulls over the thought for a minute, his lips turning downwards. Seokjin has been there for him when he was fresh out of boarding school and desperately needed a guiding hand, a ever-gentle and supporting presence. Seokjin had been patient and helped him through each tribulation, never allowing him to feel empty in the harsh world and giving him a safe resort. He, alongside with Namjoon, were his guardian angels.

Now that he’s attempting to venture out on his own, step out into the big world without fortune to his family attached to his life - it’s a little nerve-wracking.

Seokjin just hums, smiling sadly. “I know… but I’m still gonna miss you.”

“You big baby,” he mumbles fondly, opening up his arm so Seokjin can cuddle into him.

They stay intertwined like that for a while. Namjoon pressed up against Seokjin’s side, Jimin into Jeongguk’s, all of them touching one another. The hour passes slowly and neither of them talk, hardly any conversation to be made. They’re all thinking about the same thing: how everyone’s lives are going to change after this event.

It’s only when Namjoon shifts, sitting up. “It’s time,” he says boldly.

Jeongguk closes his eyes, exhaling and accepts his fate.

Standing outside Hyundai’s headquarter is giving Jeongguk mixed feelings today.

It’s evening time and the sun is settling, the sky a fusion of wonderful colours blending into each other, mesmerising and beautiful. Jeongguk takes a moment to stare up, observing the view before him before he looks to Jimin standing by his side. The older man offers him a gentle smile, fondness peeking through the twitch of his lip.

“Ready?” He whispers.

Jeongguk laughs breathily, diverting his gaze to the building. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

As they wander into the building, through the doors - Jeongguk realises this is the last time he’ll ever walk through. It causes a pang of remorse and liberation, both pain and elation.

Jeongguk examines each corner of the lobby, nodding at the receptionist that has become a friend over the years and the bodyguard who always winks at Jeongguk. Soon enough, they’ll be considering other jobs, other options than working for the Jeon family and Jeongguk can’t help the little flash of guilt he feels.

“Hey,” Jimin calls for him. “We’re gonna be okay.”

He takes a deep breath and lets Jimin’s words process through him, willing himself to believe them. It has to be okay. Even if it’s going to take a while to reach that conclusion, it’ll happen eventually.

They get into the lift that takes them up to Mr. Jeon’s floor, walking towards the office. Whilst the door is shut, the glass walls allows them to see right through. Mr. Jeon is unaware, unassuming, communicating on the phone and smashing the keyboard viciously as the volume of his voice grows louder.

The mere sight of his father is enough for Jeongguk’s stomach to turn, feeling distaste and loathing swimming through his veins like a bitter taste that he just can’t swallow down no matter how hard he tries.

Mr. Jeon’s eyes gaze upwards and once he realises who’s standing outside, he freezes. His mouth is left hanging open, eyes as wide as a fish before he abruptly hangs up the call.

“Let’s go,” Jeongguk murmurs, discreetly slipping his hand into Jimin’s and lacing their fingers together for moral support.

Jimin offers a squeeze, pulling their conjoined hands closer to himself as they start to move. Jeongguk’s legs feel weak, almost like he’s minutes from collapsing from the anxiety that’s began to make his chest feel heavy. His limbs feel like jelly and he’s not sure how he’s supporting his own weight right now.

They stand before Mr. Jeon, hand-in-hand. The man turns to get a better look at them, expression shifting upon realising the sight he’s met upon: his son, still resilient and never giving up on Jimin. Disgust crawls through his features, lips snarling.

“What’re you doing?” Mr. Jeon yells, spitting the words with a certain ferocity that rings through the quiet room. He crosses the room, striding towards Jimin.

Jeongguk shrugs nonchalantly, slightly pushing Jimin behind him to protect the older man. “You thought you defeated Jimin, me, us - I’m here to give you a taste of your own medicine.”

“What the fuck does that even mean?”

A chuckle escapes his lips. “Money has always allowed you to feel untouchable, in charge of people and their lives but not anymore. I told you, father. I warned you well enough that if you were to even come close to Jimin, I’d tell the world about Hyundai motors.”

Mr. Jeon raises a skeptical brow. “What’re you trying to say?”

“What I’m trying to say is that wasn’t an empty threat, father.”

They both fall silent as Mr. Jeon looks startled, his lips pursued in confusion and disconcert. He doesn’t say anything for a minute, pupils darting across Jimin and then his son, taking another threatening step forward.

“What did you do, Jeongguk?” He demands to know.

Jeongguk’s spare hand shakes on his sides. Whilst confronting his father for the very last time thrills him, it also causes him to feel antsy. He knows this was necessary, that they had to take this drastic step and to face his father with Jimin so the man is aware that this has never been a phase, a joke. But it’s still a hard pill to take down.

“I suggest you check the news, father,” Jeongguk grumbles.

“What the fuck did you do?”

Mr. Jeon’s cutting the distance between them, his voice thundering and echoing through the room from the brutality it holds. Jimin lets out a little squeak of fear, instinctively pulling Jeongguk back with him and cowering his face. That, alone, is enough for Jeongguk to snap into the role he needs to assume to end this.

“I did what I had to do. You compelled me, father,” Jeongguk’s voice is clear now when he speaks, no longer stuttering over his words. He knows he sounds confidence and he uses it to his advantage, piercing the dagger right where it hurts the most for the man. “So, it’s an eye for eye. You ruined Jimin’s life and his company, and I ruined yours. I hope your years of reign was fun whilst it lasted.”

“You little bitch--”

Before Mr. Jeon can reach out and raise his hands on his son, physically assault him - Jeongguk pushes Jimin towards the door of the office, following hastily whilst never once turning his back on his father.

“I wouldn’t suggest you do that. The authorities are downstairs,” he warns.

“Why would you do this to me?” His father asks, voice suddenly losing all ferment, replaced with mourning.

But it’s too late to feel sorry for his father.

Jeongguk shrugs. “You’ve plagued, ruined too many lives. It has to be stopped.” He pauses, giving his father one last good look. “Goodbye, dad.”

With his job done and the words he wanted to say out of his system, he leaves with Jimin as quick as they can manage.

Jeongguk only cries once he’s back in the car with Seokjin in the driver’s seat, Namjoon in the passenger. With his head buried in Jimin’s chest and the weight of the situation finally settling into him, realising he’s now free and he has been liberated - he can’t help the tears that pour out of him.

He cries like the world is ending, he cries with loud, broken sobs and his chest heaving. He cries like he’ll never get the chance to do so again.

To brace the impact that’s bound to hit them after exposing the Jeon family, they end up taking refugee back at Jimin’s apartment instead of his penthouse. He has no doubts that his father would come looking for him and he needs to stay clear of any potential danger.

It’s a little relieving to be somewhere else, entering the block with Jimin holding onto his hand tightly right by his side.

They take the elevators up to the floor and find Taehyung standing outside, holding Misu in his arms as he strokes her fur. His eyes widen upon seeing the couple, instinctively taking a step forward and reaching out for Jeongguk.

“Are you okay? I just saw the news,” Taehyung lets out in a rush, brows furrowed in dismay.

Jeongguk’s lips twist. “Is it bad?” He asks instead, not sure he can muster the courage to check himself just yet. He will tomorrow when it doesn’t feel so heavy.

“For your father, yes.”

“Good.”

Jimin offers a smile to his best friend, hands petting Misu. “We’re gonna be okay, it’s over now,” he tells him.

They end up snuggling onto the couch together as Hoseok and Yoongi cook some supper for them, alternating between TV channels until they find something that suits their current mood. Jeongguk wants to make an effort with Jimin’s friends but his spirits are down, he can’t help his thoughts that keep diverting towards his mother and how she’s coping, considering she had never asked for any of this.

Jimin notices his sullen mood and he attempts to make him smile in any way he has to. He plays with Misu, offering him to Jeongguk, he and Taehyung make funny poses and try to dance. They’re trying hard and it’s appreciated but it doesn’t erase much of the tension that’s frigid within Jeongguk.

It’s only later when they’re consumed dinner and they’re back in bed that Jimin voices out loud his concern, voice muffled where he’s buried his head into Jeongguk’s neck.

(Mood: Ed Sheeran - Hearts Don’t Break Around Here)

“Baby, you’ve been so quiet. I’m worried.”

He snaps out of his trance, breaking out of the spiralling thoughts. His gaze diverts downward to where Jimin is pressed up against him, their legs tangled under their covers. He sighs, holding onto Jimin’s hand and tangling their fingers together.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he quickly dismisses his current state of mind. “I’m okay, really.”

“It’s okay if you’re not, you know?”

“But I am.”

“You can’t just control your feelings. If you’re feeling overwhelmed, then that’s okay. I know this is a big step you had to take and it must really be hard, no doubt. So please don’t try to excuse it, okay?”

Jeongguk exhales, squeezing their fingers. “It’s just my mother I’m worried about.”

“Oh.” Jimin seems to understand, features softening. “You should try to talk to her.”

“Maybe tomorrow… maybe later, when we’re in Japan.”

“You think we should pack?” Jimin asks, glancing around the tidy room, not a single suitcase open, not a single clothing item removed from the wardrobe with a laugh. “We leave early tomorrow.”

Jeongguk shrugs. “We’ll do it in the morning.”

“Fair enough.”

They make love later that night when Jeongguk manages to pull himself out of his petulant mood. Jimin rides him slowly and deep, barely moving his hips as he circles down at the cock completely bottomed out inside of him. Jeongguk can’t help but moan at each slight movement, hands clutched tightly onto Jimin’s hips.

They come together whilst whispering love confessions to each other, Jimin slumping into him as he murmurs ‘I love you’.

They fall asleep together, Jeongguk spooning Jimin from behind him with his nose nuzzled into the nape of Jimin’s neck. He inhales deeply, savoring Jimin’s scent - the mix of something sweet with musk, the slight twinge of sex - before he falls asleep, wishing he can have countless nights with Jimin like this.

They all send Jimin and Jeongguk off to Incheon airport, Seokjin and Namjoon helping with the luggage as they check-in whilst Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi fuss over Jimin and Jeongguk.

“You better call everyday,” Taehyung demands, jabbing his finger hard into Jimin’s chest. “I want updates, I want to know everything.”

Jimin just chuckles, grabbing ahold of Taehyung’s hand and pulling his best friend closer. They share a warm embrace, their bodies swaying slightly side-to-side. When they part, Jimin gives Hoseok a hug as well, stopping before Yoongi with a remorseful, saddened expression.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs lowly to the man.

Yoongi’s brows knit together in bewilderment, pulling Jimin closer to him so their chests are touching. His gentle, but reassuring, comfort is evident as he rubs his hand down Jimin’s back slowly.

“Why are you apologising?” He questions.

“You lost your job.”

“And I’m already close to getting another one,” Yoongi chides, clicking his tongue as they pull away, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about me, Jimin. You go and you do what you need to do, okay?”

Jimin doesn’t look any more convinced than he did five minutes ago but he doesn’t voice another complaint, only nodding.

“Thank you for being a loyal worker, hyung,” Jimin says. “I’ve really appreciated everything you’ve done for me.”

Yoongi just rolls his eyes. “All this sentiment,” he grumbles only to soften a second later, nodding solemnly. “It was an honour working for you, Jimin. Please, come back soon.”

“I wouldn’t stay away forever, I promise.”

When Seokjin and Namjoon return from checking into Jeongguk and Jimin’s flights, they have their final rounds of goodbye.

It feels strange to hug Seokjin and Namjoon, knowing it’s one of the last times he’ll be hugging hyung’s. He has always had immediate access to both of the men, always a phone call, one Uber ride away from reaching them but now, they’ll be countries away. It causes his chest to ache, pulling at his heartstrings when he pulls away and manages to force a smile on his face.

“I’ll miss you,” Jeongguk tells them.

“Stop talking like we’ll never see each other again,” Seokjin replies calmly, features etched out in serenity. “I’m just glad you’re getting out of here, it’s what needs to be done.”

“And we’ll always be right here once you’re back,” Namjoon adds on.

Jeongguk gives them both another last hug before making sure he bids his farewell to Jimin’s friends, thanking the three of them for their time and for them enduring him and his ever changing relationship with Jimin. Once they’re all done, they part ways.

Jeongguk’s melancholy is replaced with… a sense of delight, enchanted by the adventures that await them in a new, foreign country. He no longer has a sense of poignancy lingering within his system, causing them to feel lethargic and discouraged. Rather, Jeongguk feels like he’s about to start a new chapter of his life, perhaps the most prominent, important part of his life thus far.

Jimin’s holding onto his hand, face mask covering his features and a hat he had pulled over his head to further conceal him. Jeongguk sticks close to his side, allowing the older man guide them through the airport, through security, towards the boarding gates.

It’s only when they’re seated in the plane and take off is commencing, Jimin turns to face Jeongguk with a glint in his eyes that only screams jubilation and contentment.

“I love you,” Jimin whispers to him.

Jeongguk grins. “I love you, too.”

For them, it’s the start of a life they’ve always craved. Always in their dreams but out of reach. They made the impossible happen and finally, they’re free.

Chapter Text

(Mood: Troye Sivan - Youth)

The flight to Japan is smooth-sailing and they’re landing in Tokyo barely two and half hours later, feeling like no time has passed at all. As soon as the plane touches ground and the flight attendants begin to filter the passengers out, Jimin releases a breath he hadn’t realised he had been holding.

Today, now, is the start of his new life.

This is a day he’s been dreaming about. It’d be tormenting to think of a future he once thought he could never reach, always out of touch and hopeless. It was the same dream that made him want to shrivel into a corner and conceal himself away, the same dream that made him feel bitter from the inside out.

He yearned such a future so bad that it’d consume him wholly. He craved something that made him feel free, liberated, invincible.

Patience is sweet because now, he can experience the feeling he’s been wanting so bad with the man he loves right by his side.

Every time he’d vision this future, he never imagined Jeongguk would be with him. The whole time they’ve been interacting with each other, he’s always had a fixated, clear view of the younger man. He believed wholeheartedly that Jeongguk is only concerned with the business he’s involved with, money greedy and desperate to accumulate more wealth. Jimin couldn’t be more wrong, though.

He regrets thinking so lowly of Jeongguk who has proven himself to be completely different, broken every single boundary and expectation placed upon him.

Jimin throws his backpack on, fixing the straps before standing up from his seat. Jeongguk looks a little jittery, gaze diverted downwards so no one can catch a sight of him.

His lips twist a little, amused yet fond. “Hey,” he calls for Jeongguk, smiling when the younger man looks up. “Relax, okay? We’re not in Seoul anymore.”

Not in Seoul anymore. It even feels surreal to say.

Jeongguk’s shoulders slump at the reminder. “I’m aware.”

“So, stop being so uptight, yeah?” His arm snakes around Jeongguk’s waist, guiding him away from their luxurious, first-class seats and towards the exit of the plane. He nods at the air hostesses for their service, thanking them as they walk down the gateway to the airport. “I doubt anyone’s going to bother us in Japan.”

“Our impact was international, Jimin,” Jeongguk sighs but only finds himself pressing closer to Jimin. “I doubt anyone won’t bother us in Japan.”

“Hey, you’re the one who suggested it.”

“Because I thought you’d appreciate it.”

Jimin softens a little, squeezing the man’s hips. “I do, really. Japan is beautiful, Tokyo even more so - you’re gonna love it.”

“Yeah?” Jeongguk steps away so he can grab his passport, prepared to go through immigration. “I know. If you love it, it has to be beautiful.”

“Sap.”

They clear immigration fairly quickly, only receiving a few questioning looks but not being stopped for any reason. They pass through, towards baggage claim. They have no idea how long they’re running for, they just know they’re not returning back to Seoul for a while until the scandal has died down.

Therefore, they packed thoroughly - all that they could manage in the short time frame.

“A car is waiting for us,” Jimin explains as he grabs his suitcase, rolling it behind him. “I don’t think we’re gonna get favours done for us now.”

Jeongguk struggles with his handle for a moment, cursing at the object. “I wish Seokjin hyung was here, purely so he can carry this for me.”

“Brat. It’s not so hard.”

They make it outside of the airport, their Uber already parked up and confirming their names before inviting them in. The driver helps load their luggage into the car, tapping their location into the GPS system before pulling away from the pavement. Jeongguk seems sluggish, the brief travelling having sucked his energy out of him.

“Here,” Jimin taps his shoulder, coaxing him to rest. “We’ll be at our apartment soon enough.”

The drive is only thirty minutes, at best, as the driver speeds down the winding roads and crossing through yellow lights without a second glance that makes Jimin cringe. He has been accustomed to his own driver, the same man who’s smooth and always puts their safety first.

He realises now that he no longer has those leisures, his opulence has disappeared alongside his fame and he has to adapt to his new life. No maids, no expectations from elders and authorities, no more drivers and his life being handed to him on a silver platter. Now, Jimin must make his own fate.

The apartment that Seokjin is hiring out for them is extravagant, definitely something they couldn’t afford with their money being drained from their accounts.

The residence is located in the Mintao, granting them the privacy they need whilst they hide out but also the facilities they’ll need within reach. The neighbourhood has a bustling energy, attractive to both Jimin and Jeongguk as they haul their luggage up the elevators to the tenth floor where their serviced apartment is located.

The interior, itself, is chic and minimalistic but still stunningly beautiful and worth every penny Seokjin is spending on their accommodation. It’s an open plan, the kitchen attached to the grandiose living room, followed by a door to the single bedroom.

Jimin sucks a breath as he glances around, taking in all the features of their new place for a few months.

“This is… definitely something, huh?” Jimin murmurs.

Jeongguk laughs. “I guess so.”

They drop off their suitcases in the bedroom. The room, itself, is stunning with a king size bed, adorned in silk sheets and a large window, nearly taking up the whole wall, overlooking the city but still granting them the privacy they need with blinds that shut it all out.

“I could get used to this,” Jimin admits with a small laugh, collapsing into the bed with a soft huff at the memory foam mattress, humming in affirmation. “I love Japan as it is and now, I’m never leaving.”

“It’s different to home,” is all Jeongguk manages to comment, a little low.

Jimin knows he’s taking it a lot harder on himself. Whilst Jimin has been aware most of his life that his fortune, his position in the company is fleeting and must end inevitably soon, Jeongguk has never had that realisation till recently. He had never imagined he’d have to resort to drastic measures, to completely expose his family - and himself in the process - to reach a state of liberation.

He frowns, feeling mourning washing over him. He wants to help Jeongguk, make him realise that for better or for worse, they’re okay now and they’re here, they’re out and they’re no longer hiding.

“C’mere,” he requests, patting the spare space besides him on the bed.

Jeongguk reluctantly joins him, shucking off his shoes and slithering under the sheets. He presses himself against Jimin, curling into him to appear smaller. It’s moments like this, when Jeongguk doesn’t mind to show himself vulnerable, that Jimin remembers how much trust is building between them.

“We’re okay, you know? We’re gonna be okay.”

The words fall on deaf ears because Jeongguk’s already managed to slip under a light sleep, only humming noncommittally and gathering the warmth from Jimin’s body.

Jeongguk only manages to check the news on the third day in Japan.

For three days, they haven’t done much of anything. They don’t have the required groceries to cook a sufficient meal, resorting to ordering takeaway every night and sitting on the floor, boxes of noodle soup and sushi surrounding them. They stay in bed otherwise, taking advantage of the flat screen LCD smart TV in their bedroom, starting a new Netflix TV show together.

They’ve had sex numerous times. Once Jeongguk slipped into the bathroom during Jimin’s shower, creeping up on him and fucking into him without much warning. Another time, Jimin woke Jeongguk up by riding his cock. It’s been spontaneous and unplanned, for the most part.

Jeongguk’s avoiding what remains to be sorted: checking the progress on the news and contacting his mother.

It’s only when Jimin passes him the phone, giving him a pointed look. “It’s now or never, Guk. You can’t hide forever.”

They sit on the couch together as Jeongguk fiddles with the phone, delaying what has to be done with each passing second. When Jimin reaches out to hold his hand, lacing their fingers together, it gives Jeongguk the last ounce of courage he needs, unlocking his phone and taking it off airplane mode for the first time in three days.

Messages and notifications flood his phone but he ignores it all, turning it off so he can open a Google page and type in his family name.

Jimin’s patient and doesn’t peek a chance at the articles he’s reading, fearing that distasteful and untruthful things have been written about Jeongguk. He waits until the younger man explains himself, with his own words, what he’s reading.

Jeongguk takes his time, frown evident on his lips, pursed and guarded with furrowed brows. His expression is unimpressed and aloof, flicking through the web pages with haste when he stumbles across something he doesn’t wish to read. Fifteen minutes pass until he finally puts his phone down.

“Well?” Jimin prompts a minute later when he hasn’t said anything.

Jeongguk’s head slowly drifts up. “Nothing bad for me,” he says. “For father, though…”

“It’s what he deserves.”

“Yeah.” He nods, the realisation and acceptance - finally - hitting him. “Yeah, he does.”

There’s one last step needed to complete Jeongguk’s duties. But he’s been brave and checking up on the world running their mouth about an entire family, your own blood, isn’t easy so Jimin lets it slide.

They can contact Jeongguk’s mother later.

As the days pass, Jeongguk brightens up.

His dull, subdued mood that has been present and overbearing is lifted, replaced with optimism - a quality Jimin has failed to see often. It’s a pleasant surprise. Jimin wakes up to another body on top of his, causing his breath to wheeze as his eyes fly open from the rude awakening.

He softens, though, as he notices Jeongguk settled on top of him.

“Good morning?” Jimin huffs out a laugh, angling his neck upwards so he can breathe.

Jeongguk just laughs pleasantly, leaning in to kiss Jimin’s neck. “Morning.”

“What’s with the… suffocating me?”

He shifts his body slightly to grant Jimin more comfort, shrugging. “I’m in a good mood.”

“Yeah?” The admission of his words makes Jimin grin, rubbing his eyes sleepily as remnants of slumber linger in his body. “How comes?”

“Seokjin hyung texted me and I don’t know… it’s just a good day. Let’s do something.”

“Let’s do something?”

“Yeah! Let’s be tourists, or something. Let’s go out.”

They’ve admittedly haven’t stepped outside their rented apartment unless it’s going down to the first floor to pick up their takeaway food, haven’t breathed Japan’s air or interacted with any other human except the delivery man of the day. It’s making Jimin a little restless, always eager to stay on the move but he had wanted to adapt to Jeongguk’s pace.

“You sure?” Jimin questions, moving the younger man’s fringe off his forehead.

Jeongguk leans into the touch, nodding. “Yes. Please.”

“Where’d you like to go?”

“Disneyland!” He answers without a beat, a slight plead in his tone.

Jimin gawks at Jeongguk suspiciously, wondering if this is a joke but Jeongguk’s expression remains intact, insistent. Perhaps he really has managed to crawl out of his rut, accepted what has happened and began to make moves towards the future… or he’s deflecting, wanting to delay the call with his mother even further.

Regardless, Jimin doesn’t want to taint the day with a heavy hearted call that’ll likely devastate Jeongguk if they’re committing to Disneyland.

The call will just have to wait.

“Let’s go Disneyland, then,” Jimin relents, convinced he’d go to the ends of the Earth to fulfil every single one of Jeongguk’s wishes if it meant the boy will be happy.

The shift in Jeongguk’s mood is refreshing, like coming out a recluse shell and finally interacting with the world once again. His smile is wide and toothy, the indicator that it’s sincere. He’s smiling because he’s happy. The gesture only makes Jimin’s own smile twitch on his lips.

Disneyland proves to be a good choice for them. They’ve been camping out in their serviced apartment, concealed behind closed doors that walking around in the open is a breath of fresh air.

They purchase their tickets, entering the amusement park. Jimin’s analysing the map, looking at the different sections of the park and most appealing rollercoasters, but Jeongguk’s already tugging on his sleeve towards a direction.

“What - what is it?” Jimin says, not looking up from the paper.

“Let’s buy hats!”

Jimin raises a brow but doesn’t question his intentions, letting himself be dragged into the shop. They hunt around the merchandise store, delving into their childish desires before Jeongguk chooses two hats for them. Mickey Mouse for himself, Minnie Mouse for Jimin. Once they’ve purchased them, they delve back into the amusement park.

“What if someone notices us?” Jimin voices a concern that’s budding in the back of his mind, gnawing at him. “What if they do something?”

Disneyland Tokyo, after all, is a busy and popular tourist attraction. People of all realms of life come here, all over the globe to visit and they’re still fresh on the news, their names still on the tip of everyone’s tongue. Perhaps, a crowded place wasn’t the brightest ideas.

Jeongguk, on the other hand, just halts and looks at Jimin quizzingly. “Why does it matter? Why do we have to worry about that?”

“Because, someone could say something to us.”

“So what? I’m sure we’ve heard worse from our own father’s.”

Which Jimin supposes is true.

Jeongguk notices Jimin’s internal struggle, smiling softly. He reaches out for Jimin’s hand, lacing their fingers together and offering a reassuring squeeze before he says, “This is us now. We don’t have to worry anymore.”

And just that, Jimin’s worries evaporate.

For the rest of the day, it’s like they’re teenagers again, discovering what it’s like to have fun for once. They make use of their time in Disneyland, taking a turn on all the rollercoasters, stopping to take pictures with the character figures, going on the teacup ride as they both can’t stop laughing, sitting in the coffee shops and sitting on warm drinks. As evening draws closer and the night befalls on them, they stop to watch the nighttime fireworks, kissing underneath the moonlight.

Jimin has butterflies fluttering in his stomach all day and he didn’t know it was impossible, but he thinks he’s fallen in love with Jeongguk even more today.

They exit the park nearing 9PM, heading towards a discreetly located restaurant, offering cheap ramyun. It’s in an alleyway, dimly lit and almost intimidating - a sight Jimin would usually avoid - but the ambiance of the place is bustling with energy amongst the customers. The space is small and cramped but the owners have utilised and worked with what they have, creating an atmosphere that’s different yet, appealing.

They eat dinner together and they think it’s probably the cheapest meal they’ve consumed in their whole lives - besides that one time they had McDonald’s - and Jimin thinks, he can get used to this.

When he looks up from where he’s slurping on the noodle, he notices Jeongguk staring intently at him. There’s warmth pooling in his pupils, the brown darker than usual.

“W-what?” Jimin wipes down his chin, expecting there to be remnants of food on his face. “What’re you staring at?”

There’s a moment of silence before Jeongguk speaks, “I just never expected to be here. It’s… strange.”

“Oh?”

Dread pools in the pits of Jimin’s stomach, gearing up for a potentially bad conversation. He can’t predict what the other man is about to say, not wanting to assume but thinking and imagining the worse. He waits, watching with a calculating gaze before Jeongguk continues.”

“I never thought one day, I’d be brave enough to break free from all my restraints, from my father. But I did. You gave me that strength, believed in me even when I didn’t and I’m so, so thankful for you, Jimin. I really am.” He stops when his voice grows thick with emotion, sniffling. “You have no idea how much I love you, fuck.”

Jimin guesses he has some idea.

He pauses, softening as all the negativity rushes out of him and instead, his heart pings with affection for the man sitting before him. The heartfelt, and spontaneous but welcomed, speech makes his chest inflate, feeling floaty and light-headed with the happiness that overtakes him.

Jeongguk’s confessing their love candidly, openly in a public place with no shame, no remorse. They’re just in love and that’s all that matters.

Only four months about, Jimin never imagined he’d be in this position. Yet, here he is.

Sure, their future is a little uncertain right now, hanging by a thread. They have little to no money to supply themselves, funding off what they had managed to withdraw last minute. They’re relying on their loved ones. They don’t know where they belong, how long they’ll be away.

But at the end of the day, they have each other.

That’s all that matters. That’s all that will ever matter.

“I love you,” Jimin whispers, feeling a little frustrated at himself for not being able to articulate his words properly. Jeongguk deserves so much more than just those three words. He deserves the world, he deserves everything good in life and Jimin just wants to deliver. “So, so much. I do.”

It’s not enough for a response but Jeongguk’s appeased, smiling softly. “I know.”

They make love that night when they get back to the apartment, sweet and slow but deep and intense. Jeongguk takes his time to open Jimin up, luxuriously stretching him open with four fingers and sucking bruises into Jimin’s neck, marking him up at every available inch of skin.

Jeongguk fucks him, each thrust pressed right against his prostate as he snaps his hips against Jimin. The sensation is mindblowing. Jimin can’t help the insistent cries that escape from him, digging his nails into Jeongguk’s back as he writhes with each thrust.

Once they’ve both climaxed and collapsed, back under the covers and prepared to pass out, Jeongguk whispers: “Goodnight. I love you.”

And Jimin falls asleep with a smile that he can’t seem to erase.

Jeongguk’s mother contacts him a few days later, reaching out to him through with a direct phone call.

He almost jolts right out of bed in surprise, his hands shaking around his device with the picture of his mother displaying on the screen. He stares at it once, twice and then in a moment of complete weakness, he rejects the call.

As soon as the screen goes blank and the hideous blaring of the ringtone fades out, guilt overtakes Jeongguk’s veins. His chest feels heavy with the consequences of his actions, cursing himself mentally as he runs a hand through his hair, tugging at his roots irritably.

Jimin enters the room, completely unaware as he sips from a bottle of water.

“What’s wrong?” He notices the tense atmosphere almost immediately, his own expression morphing into concern as he sits down on the bed besides Jeongguk. “Hey, what happened?”

“N-nothing,” Jeongguk murmurs. “Mum called.”

Right on cue, the phone starts to ring again.

They both stare at each other, neither of them making a move to accept the call. Jeongguk’s a coward and he’s hiding away, not wanting to face the woman who deserves none of the torture she’s had to endure with throughout her whole life. It’s not her fault she wedded an abusive man who’s plagued her life, ruined her and his whole life.

It’s also not her fault that her son is refusing to talk to him, regardless of the fact that they’re overdue a long talk.

“You need to talk to her.” Jimin’s voice is soothing but there’s a hint of firmness lacing through, picking up the phone and handing it over. “She deserves to hear it from you, baby.”

Jeongguk knows it’s true. Delaying it for any longer won’t benefit either of them and he doesn’t want to keep his mother in the shadows any longer, especially since this is devastating for her, too. She lost her husband and her son in a matter of a few days, left completely alone.

He takes a deep breath before he answers the phone, putting it on speakerphone

“Mother?” His frail voice calls out for her, shaking.

Silence commences from the other line and all that can be heard is her unregulated breathing. It takes a few moments before she answers, her own voice weak and barely audible.

“Jeongguk.” Even with how faint the sound is, the disappointment is easy to be conveyed through the other line. “You stupid, stupid boy.”

Jeongguk clutches onto the phone tightly. “Mother.”

“You left the country and you didn’t even think to tell me?” She continues, gaining momentum as the anger practically vibrates in her tone. “You think you can go running like this, away from me?”

“I’m sorry, mother.” Jeongguk’s quick to apologise, unable to shoulder the burden any longer. “I’m so sorry.”

There’s a long pause. “I know,” she finally answers, clearing her throat. “I know, honey. Are you okay? Where are you?”

He says softly, “Tokyo. Japan. With Jimin. I’m okay, really. I’m doing well.”

“I have a story of my own to tell you.”

“Oh?”

“Since the news went viral, I seeked out Jimin’s mother.”

The unexpected revelation makes Jeongguk sit up straighter, eyes widening. He glances to Jimin who looks just as surprised, both of them having never thought that their mothers would ever interact. Their fathers held a tight control over their wives, not allowing them to form any relationships besides intermediate family, needing to keep their private lives separate from their business.

“What?” Jeongguk voices his bewilderment. “You, what?”

“You know, I’m not an idiot. Your father told me everything about you and Jimin, the indecent pictures. I knew when you left the country, you’d be leaving with him.”

“Oh.”

He blinks a few times, still processing the news that his mother has casually confessed through the phone. He knew, logically, that his father must’ve told his wife about what was going on but he had never imagined they’d reach such a conclusion.

“Jimin’s mother is a wonderful woman,” she continues. “We’re both free of our husbands, now.”

“And father?” Jeongguk presses, wanting details where his knowledge is gapped. He has no idea what is going on, only knows that their news outlets are still reporting about the family. “Where is he? Where are you? Tell me everything, mother.”

“Your father is awaiting trails. He’ll be going away for a long, long time. You made sure of that.” When she laughs, there’s no lingering resentment towards Jeongguk for his actions. Instead, she sounds lighter than she has in years. “I’m at Jimin’s family home. Their father has disappeared.”

Jimin shuffles forward at that. “And my mother hasn’t?”

“No… no, she hasn’t. I think she listened to you and stayed. She left your father.”

Jimin visibly deflates, relief rushing into him as he collapses against Jeongguk’s shoulder. He lets out a small chuckle, disbelief lacing with his tone as he sighs. Jeongguk realises now, more than ever, how much concern Jimin holds for his own mother.

“Mother,” Jeongguk says a minute later. “How about I book you two a ticket and you come visit us?”

The woman barely takes a minute before she’s replying. “I’d like that a lot, Jeongguk.”

When he confirms the details and promises he’ll call her later with information about when they fly out, he hangs up the phone. Jimin’s readjusted, laying on his back on the bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling but a small, wavering smile twitching on his lips from the victory of securing his mother’s promising future.

Jeongguk has never had the chance to really bond with his mother. He holds a special place in his heart for her, always have, but he’s never had the opportunity to really spend time with her, to treat her like a son would. He has no doubts the same applies for Jimin, in different circumstances.

“We’re going to be okay, you know?” Jeongguk tells him, crawling under the covers so he can join Jimin, poking his shoulder to gain his attention.

Jimin rolls over on his side, opening up his arms. His heart warms and he smiles weakly, crowding up in Jimin’s personal space. They snuggle together as Jimin runs his fingers down Jeongguk’s back, humming a melody under his breath.

“I know,” he answers a minute later. “Our mothers are coming. It’s all I can ask for, really.”

“And then, after this - we can go anywhere you like,” Jeongguk promises, feeling more certain about the future now than ever. “We can go travelling or we can go home to Seoul, we can start over. We can start up our own business, rebuild from the bottom. We have the world in our hands, Jimin. Me and you.”

Jimin’s eyes sparkle with the utmost fondness, smiling so wide that it makes his eyes crinkle. They’re both the most content they’ve been since they arrived in Tokyo, the most optimistic.

“You and I,” Jimin confirms, reaching for Jeongguk’s hand and lacing their fingers together.

Even with their upcoming years still hanging from uncertainty, Jeongguk knows that with Jimin by his side just like this, he’ll be just fine. They’ll be just fine, he believes.

It takes them a year to finally arrive back in Seoul.

It stopped becoming a life on the run and more like an endless adventure, seeking and searching out hidden corners of the world. They became travel buddies, accumulating lists of the places they were yearning to see, wanting to curb their hunger for the feel of unfiltered, unconditional freedom.

They started with Asia, since it was closest to them. Their mothers and Seokjin would send money regularly, helping them along the way but the amount was limited and they had to accustom to living in a way they never had.

In cheap motels, in run-down places with dampness collecting on the walls and the ceilings threatening to collapse. In showers too small for two people, with water that runs cold within minutes. In beds with uncomfortable mattresses, giving back aches that last for days in end. With food that doesn’t taste appealing, in small cornered up independent restaurants or McDonald’s everyday, every night.

It wasn’t the ideal way of living, it was even hard to get used to - but it was what they wanted to do.

They had no obligations, no commitments, they only had each other and a list of countries they want to visit.

Jiyeon finally caves in and calls Jimin, ashamed and embarrassed with her disappearing act. She apologises profusely, crying until her sobs are all that can be heard on the line. With the little money she has, she flies out to see them in Vietnam. Jimin doesn’t remember a day he’s been happier, walking with his sister and his love around the streets of Hanoi.

After finishing a little tour around Europe, starting in Great Britain and working their way around all the way to the discrete junctions of Italy, the hidden gems in Austria - they take the flight back to Seoul.

Jeongguk feels familiarity, a sense of coming home, when they land at Incheon. Even with most of his life that he previously led here snatched away, left empty, there’s nothing like being close once again to his hyung’s.

Seokjin and Namjoon had made regular effort to be keep contact with them, talking once a week on the phone. Their new jobs were even more important, led them to higher positions and therefore, draining more of their time. They had visited once in the whole year, meeting halfway in Turkey for a relaxing holiday.

Jimin sticks close to Jeongguk’s side, a hat and face mask carefully concealing his jet lagged, worn out face. He buries himself into the younger man’s side, softly yawning.

“We’re home,” He murmurs, voice leaking with sleepiness. “How’re you feeling?”

“Ready to start a life in one place,” Jeongguk says.

“I think, me too. I’m tired.”

Jeongguk knows Jimin’s ‘tired’ isn’t just the kind of tired you sleep off, waking up refreshed after catching up on the missing hours. His tired is the kind of tired that has settled into your bones, into the gaps in your body. His tired is the kind of tired that needs something grounding now, to refocus his energy in one place, in one area.

Jeongguk sighs and says, “Me too.”

They check through immigration fairly easily, waiting at the conveyor belts as their baggage comes around. Once they’ve collected their bags, they spot the sight of their friends outside. All five of them.

Jimin practically drops his bags on the floor, running towards Taehyung who opens up his arms.

“Shit!” Jimin gasps, laughing breathlessly as they spin around, squealing in content. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Taehyung tightens his arms around his best mate, letting him down a minute later. “You have no idea, Jimin.” He stops, squinting his eyes. “Did you slack off your skincare routine?”

“Oh, shut up,” Jimin chides, swatting the man. “We’ve been living off fast food for practically a year, give me a break.”

Whilst Jimin talks to Hoseok and Yoongi - who are now engaged, planning to marry in six months time - Jeongguk greets Seokjin and Namjoon.

Both the men hug him tight in turns, patting their backs. Their affection is more reserved than Jimin’s friends but still as loud, as abundantly clear as any day.

“Welcome home, Guk,” Seokjin says, eyes crinkling. The previous sad tint he used to carry in his eyes has been removed, replaced with… contentedness, maybe acceptance. But he looks good, brighter, more youthful. His new job is doing his good and he’s dating now, too. “You’re finally where you belong.”

Just as they’re making their way back to the parked up vehicle to head home, Jeongguk can hear Jimin say, “What the fuck, Taehyung. Why’d you dye your hair red?” To which Taehyung’s replying: “Fuck you. I’m glowing in red hair.”

And Jeongguk thinks. Yeah, he’s finally home.

(It takes a while to start up from the ground, especially when your name has already been tarnished in the city. The media isn’t friendly to them and citizens aren’t warming to them, frowning down upon their relationship that’s now open and announced to the world.

They restart, though. They plan, they research and they build their name.

They decide on a business of their own dedicated towards producing and selling beauty products. It, inevitably, fails and they stop, take time and start again.

In the end, their new business plan really takes off.

With loans from Seokjin, Namjoon and their mothers (who now live together, separated from their husbands and enjoying their ‘youth’ they say, nearly fifty years-old) - they start a small hotel. It’s small but they produce it luxuriously, each room providing state-of-the-art technology, equipped with everything any traveller would yearn to have.

The small business eventually, slowly, and carefully becomes bigger, more popular until they make a chain around the country, planning to expand in Asia and then eventually, globally.

It takes a while but Jeongguk finally proposed a year and half later, prepared to settle down. It’s a quiet proposal, in the safety of their new penthouse, down on one knee after dinner.

Jimin had cried and said yes, they scheduled a date and got married.

It took years but finally, finally - they’re free. They’re happy. They’re home.)