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Jungkook never felt this conflicted before. He was torn between doing what he always would do and giving into Jimin’s demand. The punishment for pulling shit on the Dragons was brutal death. But his little gem asked for something for the first time ever since they began dating and Jungkook was lost.

He didn’t want to disappoint Jimin. At the same time, he couldn’t disappoint the Dragons as well. This was a matter of their pride and reputation. It wasn’t that easy to decide.

Sweat rolled from his forehead and to the side of the face, dripping down the column of his neck before being absorbed into his t-shirt. His fist connected with the punching bag—in this case, a human inside the sack—for the umpteenth time. Blood dripped from the said bag. The fucking traitor had it coming. And he must have had the worst fate because this morning Jungkook happened to be in a bad mood.

“Please…” Jimin’s voice kept ringing in his mind. “Sungmin is only five.”

All these years Jimin had never pleaded for anything except for when while they were in their bed, making love. The painful grunts and moans coming from the bag stopped moments ago. The traitor was either dead or unconscious. He didn’t bother to find out. He had it coming from the moment he accepted money from their enemies.

If one thing Jungkook never forgives it was betrayal. Yesun was from the inner circle, the one he trusted with the security of himself and his men. He was the one who clicked Jimin’s photos from the club and leaked them to the others.

It reminded him of the time their bodyguard shot his mother. His body shuddered at the thought of Jimin being in the same space as him. This was why he entrusted his safety with Hoseok and Taehyung instead of his other men.

This day will teach a lesson to him and the others alike. No one crosses the Dragons and gets away with it. Jungkook jolted spinning his torso to punch whoever put a hand on his shoulder.

Namjoon blocked the punch with ease, having expected it. His eyes were sharp as he held his fist in a tight grip, not even flinching when he noticed the knuckles that were painted red. “Meeting room in ten.” He released his fist, backed a few steps before pivoting on his heel. Jungkook watched as he grabbed a kerchief from his inner pocket to wipe his hand on his way to the exit.

Jungkook’s eyes flicked to the punching bag before he wiped the sweat off his forehead and headed to the shower.

Ten minutes later when Jungkook stepped into the meeting room wearing just his boxers and a bathrobe loosely hanging on his torso, water dripping from his wet hair, Namjoon and the others from his inner circle were waiting for him. And for a change, Seokjin was present in person, unlike the other days where he attended the meetings only through video conference.

He dropped on his chair with a tight expression. “Get to the point.”

“We have a plan, but before that, I’ll tell you why we can’t do what we always do,” Namjoon started. “The media has their eyes on us and there are whispers in the streets that Jeon Jungkook, the heir of the Jeon Empire is the kingpin.”

“They have landed us in huge trouble. We should not only teach them a lesson but it also concerns our reputation,” Seokjin added. “Which is why…we came up with this plan. Hit two birds with one stone and all that shit.

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed. “Explain.”

“Not everything has to be dealt with blood and violence, Jungkook,” Seokjin said. “Time is changing and technology is evolving. Murder is bloody messy and involves too much headache. No matter how good we are at hiding our trail we might miss something so, the less blood in our hands the better. Your dad legalized your businesses with our future in mind.”

Jungkook frowned. This wasn’t what he expected to hear, but he could tell they were onto something.

“It’ll take some time, but once we execute this not only you’ll be able to bring them down but you’ll also put everyone else in their place. Besides, you’ll also be able to fulfill Jimin’s wish,” Namjoon added.

Now that caught his attention. Jungkook leaned forward with great interest. “I’m listening.”

***

Jimin’s beauty knew no bounds. If he looked like a fairy in his pink hair, he looked like an angel in his golden blonde hair. Jungkook realized he didn’t have enough time to appreciate that in the past week because this Minhyuk and Yeonjun situation had taken all his time.

He had left home abruptly that day because he couldn’t give his word to him when he asked. It pained him not being able to give an answer. He didn’t risk looking at Jimin’s face because that would hurt more than anything else.

I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to avoid you.

He kissed the top of Jimin’s head as his boyfriend—no—husband snuggled into his chest. They were married only by papers but he felt giddy just by the prospect. The ring he bought was hidden in his study room safe, a place Jimin never snooped around. He couldn’t wait to finally ask him to marry him. A smile stretched his lips.

Seokjin and Namjoon’s plan worked like magic. In the end, he wasn’t only able to teach them a lesson to them but also once again reinstated his reputation and position as a kingpin.

Jimin mumbled something sleepily making Jungkook’s smile widen. He tightened his grip around Jimin and his husband settled peacefully. The things I do for you.

Jungkook was finally happy that he was able to do as Jimin wanted. It was amazing what money could do and how deep it could flow. Buying their way into the police department or the government wasn’t hard at all. Well, they already had connections.

In the end, they dealt with the inspector wisely. The police captain gave a shiny statement that said it was a secret operation led by their team and that they were acting under the directions of the national defense minister.

The deaths of the Cobras were also justified saying they opened fire when the rescue team reached their hideouts and someone set the fire during the fight which burned down the place. Pretty convincing story if someone asked Jungkook.

The police chief came up with it himself and the defense minister was happy to agree because it looked good for his upcoming political campaign. After all, in the eyes of the public, he brought peace to the nation by ordering such a mission to wipe out one of the most feared gangs that terrorized the country.

He stroked Jimin’s hair fondly. It was funny how they met each other during a coffee run. Jungkook didn’t even do coffee runs himself that often. Thanks to the stupid investor who happened to ruin his day on that fateful afternoon because that brought him to Jimin.

Jungkook was pissed. The meeting was a disaster in all caps. He didn’t understand why his secretary would even bother to fix the appointment. It was such a waste of time.

He almost pulled his gun, tempted to pop the other guy’s brains out. However, Taehyung had grounded him, reminding him they were in the corporate headquarters instead of their mafia base. In here, he was just a President and CEO of the Jeon Corporation, one of the biggest conglomerates in the world with hundreds of branches all around the globe.

He stared at the investor who thought he knew better. Jungkook forced a smile and crossed his leg. They haven’t even accepted his offer yet, but the investor was already laying out so many conditions they had no interest in fulfilling.

He could be a big investor, but that made no difference to Jungkook or the Jeon Corporation. They didn’t need any more investors. In fact, they didn’t need investors at all. However, they kept the ones who had been working with them long-term since his grandfather’s days.

“Your time is up,” Jungkook stated simply. He had meetings and conference calls lined up all day and this fool was the last person he wanted to entertain.

“What?” The Chinese investor lifted a brow. He let out an incredulous laugh. “We aren’t done yet.”

“You heard me the first time.” Jungkook stood, buttoning his suit jacket. He turned to Taehyung. “I need a coffee. Don’t call me unless someone is dying.”

He began walking outside, his fists clenching at his sides. He wanted to punch someone, specifically the Chinese investor for wasting his time. So he left before he fulfilled his fantasies and several other scenarios he had been imagining in his mind for the past fifteen minutes.

Kangmin was ready when he arrived at his garage.

From Tae:

You have a video conference in thirty minutes.

He ignored the text and pocketed his phone as he slipped into the passenger seat. “Take me to the coffee shop in Sinsa-dong.”

Jungkook rarely made coffee visits, but he was too furious to think clearly and just needed to get out. His fingers tapped restlessly on his knees. He’d recently found this coffee shop which served great coffee, one that fit his tastes and their interior was good. It was small but cozy and warm. It was not something he would usually prefer, but recently he found a strange liking to that place.

Fortunately, the traffic was light and they arrived in less than ten minutes. He exited the car, pulling out his phone to check his emails as he strode to the coffee shop.

He was about to type a response to an email when someone crashed into his chest. A flash of pink was all he saw in his peripheral vision. His brain registered something cold-soaking his skin, sliding uncomfortably to his underwear.

 “Fuck!”

His eyes flashed with anger and his muscles coiled with tension. He pinched his ruined shirt between his fingers, pulling it away from his skin, but the damage was already done. The smell of coffee wafted to his nose and he slowly shifted his gaze to the guy on the floor. He’s dead.

Once again the first thing he registered was a mop of pink. Ridiculous. He wanted to growl. Who dyed their hair pink? For some reason, he hated pink. Taehyung had dyed his hair pink while he was experimenting during their college days and he despised it on him. This was no different. His face twisted with distaste.

However, when he trailed his gaze down, he was met with wide-brown eyes. Jungkook blinked and his gaze slid to the small nose and plump pillow-like lips that were parted. The guy was still on the floor.

“Sir, please let me help you.” Kangmin approached him with tissues. He looked livid, his eyes darting between Jungkook and the man on the floor.

Jungkook just grabbed the tissues and dabbed them on his soaked shirt, a scowl forming on his face when the liquid stuck to his skin. He was a clean freak. It was extremely uncomfortable and his irritation flared again as he began to clean himself furiously. He needed a shower and a change of clothes. Fuck. There was no doubt his dick would be pruning by the time he could hit the shower stall in his personal office.

In his peripheral vision, the guy staggered to his feet, pulling a white cloth from his pocket.

“I-I’m sorry.” He began to wipe the stains with his soft handkerchief. Jungkook noticed with a frown that the guy was bleeding. He must have cut his hand when he fell. And if he was irritated a while ago, he was right out furious because the guy was now adding blood stains to his shirt. “What can I do to make this better?”

Their gazes locked again and Jungkook saw the unshed tears. “You’re making it worse,” he growled before he could stop himself and watched the guy flinch.

He wasn’t surprised in the least. That was one of the common reactions everyone gave him. But the guy wasn’t stopping. If he noticed his anger, he didn’t show it. Instead, he continued to dab the kerchief all over his shirt with his shaking hands.

Jungkook was only getting pissed by the minutes. A crowd was starting to form and it was like a cherry on top. He clenched his jaw just as the guy asked, “D-Did I hurt you?”

Jungkook grabbed his wrists, pulling them away from his shirt. The guy hissed in pain. He knew his grip was stronger than intended because he was furious and wanted to punch the guy for ruining his day than it already was. But then something unexpected happened, the guy grew pale, his eyes wide as saucers.

“B-Blood…,” he whispered and the next thing Jungkook knew, the stranger sagged down and he caught him before he hit the ground, holding him flush to his body.

“The fuck?”

The guy had the audacity to spill coffee, ruin his shirt further with his blood, and now faint on him. He contemplated throwing him right there and leave.

“Sir,” Kangmin called. “People are watching.”

“So?”

“We need to leave.”

Jungkook was ready to leave the stranger by the side of the road. What else was he supposed to do? He didn’t even know his name.

“Let me help you with him,” Kangmin said. “We need to bring him to the hospital.”

“Are you kidding?” Jungkook hissed. “Why would I bring him to the hospital? This is none of my business.”

Kangmin shifted uncomfortably on his feet. “Sir, people are watching. It’s bad press. There’s a hospital around the block. We can drop him off and be on our way to the office or your home,” he suggested.

Jungkook glanced around and ground his jaw. “Fine.” He bent to lift the guy into his arms bridal style. The guy was light as a feather and skinny; so small and fitted perfectly against his chest though he was shorter only by a couple of inches. “I’ll bring him to the car. Just grab his stuff.”

His hair brushed his chin when he adjusted his grip. His head lolled against his chest. Jungkook climbed into the backseat with the guy in his arms. Kangmin closed the door behind him and hurried to the driver’s seat.

He should have moved the guy to a sitting position, but he ended up placing him on his lap instead. Jungkook took the guy’s hand first, wrapping it with the guy’s kerchief that was still in his clutch.

Jungkook wasn’t least bothered that the guy was injured. He was getting blood everywhere. At least that was what he told himself because he didn’t give a fuck about the guy. The cut itself wasn’t deep and for a small wound, the guy sure bled a lot. Jungkook frowned again and finally took a closer look at his face.

He looked so peaceful and Jungkook belatedly registered he was stunningly gorgeous. And those lips…Jungkook felt something weird churning in his stomach. He didn’t remember seeing anyone who could pull a pink-hair look that well. The guy looked a mixture of sexy and cute. A rare combination he ever came across.

Now that they were close, something else apart from the coffee and smell of blood overpowered his senses. The guy smelled so good. Jungkook found himself leaning closer to take a whiff. He was sensitive to smells and didn’t like a lot of scents. But this guy smelled like fresh flowers, so soft and fragrant, so inviting and so calming. His body relaxed without him even realizing.

The trip to the hospital was short and they dropped him at the ER. Jungkook left his business card for the hospital to contact before leaving. When he arrived at the office and headed to the shower, he’d forgotten two things. One was the video conference and the second was the anger he was feeling a while ago.

***

The next day, Jungkook received a call from the hospital when he was in the middle of a meeting. He held up a finger before answering the call. “Hello.”

“Jeon Jungkook-ssi?”

“Speaking.”

“Sir, we are calling from SNH. This is regarding the patient you admitted yesterday.”

Jungkook felt his anger flaring. The guy had occupied his mind all morning and he’d somehow managed to forget him and get on with his day. But this fucking hospital had to call him now. “What about him?”

“He’s still unconscious.”

Jungkook frowned. The guy didn’t suffer any big injury. It was just a small cut on his palm. No big deal. What the fuck was his problem? He excused himself from the room, avoiding Taehyung’s puzzled look.

“Is it something serious?”

“No, sir. He fainted because of exhaustion and our further tests show malnourishment. We contacted you because we couldn’t contact his family or friends.”

Jungkook rubbed his face wearily, his frown deepening. “Did you check his phone? Any emergency contacts?”

“His phone is cracked and we are unable to pull any information from it.”

“I’ll send someone to fetch his phone. They’ll also settle the hospital bill. Provide him all the care he needs.”

“Yes, sir.”

Jungkook didn’t know why he volunteered to pay for the guy. And he was even more surprised by his actions when he called Kangmin and sent him to the hospital with his black card. If that was out of character, it was even more annoying than he had asked Kangmin to fix his phone while he was at it.

Taehyung who had followed him outside the meeting room looked at him curiously. Jungkook once again ignored him because he didn’t have answers to any of the questions his friend might have. The mafia boss himself didn’t understand why he was doing any of this for someone he just met. It was just the circumstances he told himself. The guy had no one to help so Jungkook offered. Yeah. That was it.

That evening instead of heading home, Jungkook found himself driving to the hospital. He asked Kangmin to leave early and drove there himself.

“What do you mean I have to stay here another day?” he heard the stranger speaking to the nurse before he entered the room. “You-You don’t understand. I can’t stay here. I-I can’t afford the bills.”

He had a soft voice. Something Jungkook realized just now. Why didn’t I notice that yesterday? When he entered the room, the guy’s eyes grew wider, jaw going slack. Jungkook dismissed the nurse and approached the bed.

“How are you?”

“I-I’m fine.” The stranger blinked. “Did you bring me here?”

Jungkook nodded.

“You didn’t have to.”

“Are you suggesting that I should have left you at the side of the road?” Jungkook growled out the word, his anger stirred for no reason. “Trust me, I was tempted, but my driver talked me out of it.”

The stranger flinched. “I’m sorry.” He looked down at his lap, making himself appear smaller than he was. “I didn’t mean to cause you any inconvenience.”

“You already did,” Jungkook spat and regretted when he saw the soft wobble of his plump lips. The stranger hung his head, not meeting his gaze and the mafia boss didn’t like it a bit. “What’s your name?” he found himself asking.

“Jimin,” the stranger whispered. “Park Jimin.”

Wow. His name was even beautiful.

What? Where the fuck did that come from?

Jungkook cleared his throat, offering a hand for him to shake. “Jeon Jungkook.”

Since when did you begin greeting people with a handshake? He could already hear Taehyung snickering in his head.

Jimin looked thoughtful, staring at his extended hand before bringing his uninjured hand to shake it.

Small. That was the first thought in Jungkook’s head. His large palm swallowed, Jimin’s hand. And it was so soft and warm to touch. Jungkook fought the urge to trace lines on his palm.

The warmth was lost when he let go. And Jungkook frowned again. Jimin’s phone blared. The screen was as good as new and he didn’t think Jimin noticed the change yet. His face fell as he attended the phone.

“Mrs. Song…” he called exasperatedly. “Would you listen to me at least once?”

“Why the fuck would I listen to you? The recital was in three days. And you fucked up!”

Jimin flinched at every curse word that was being thrown at him. The call wasn’t on loudspeaker but Jungkook could hear everything clearly with the way she was screeching on the other end of the line.

“Mrs. Song, it was an emergency. I am in the hospital.”

“You screwed up my daughter’s performance, Jimin. And you know what? I won’t pay you a single penny for this.”

“What?” Jimin’s eyes widened. “But Mrs. Song, I created an entire choreography for her recital and trained her for over a month. You didn’t even pay me an advance.”

“We had a deal, Park Jimin. You train my daughter for the recital and I pay you.”

“And I did. She has learned everything and her performance was flawless the last time,” Jimin reasoned. “Listen, Mrs. Song, I’ve worked hard for this. You can’t just decide not to pay me for my work.”

“And what would you do? File a complaint? You can’t do shit, Jimin-ssi. Do you know who my husband is?”

Jungkook felt his blood boiling. That woman was being extremely unfair and he didn’t like the desperation in Jimin’s voice. He’d heard Jimin talking to the nurse earlier. As Jimin talked over the phone, trying to reason with the woman, Jungkook texted Yoongi.

If Kangmin was the one who fixed Jimin’s phone, he must have put in a word with Yoongi. As per their usual protocol, Yoongi would have already run a background check on Jimin as he did with any individual who came into contact with Jungkook.

To Yoongi hyung:

Trace Jimin’s phone.

I want all details about this Mrs. Song ASAP.

“Oh, I…I’m sorry about that,” Jimin suddenly said. “It was totally uncalled for.”

Jungkook noticed he was discreetly wiping off his tears. Now the mafia boss despised tears. Because those were signs of weakness and he totally hated it. Even more so when he saw it in the stranger’s eyes.

Since when did you start to care about tears?

Jungkook gritted his teeth. “It’s none of my business.”

Jimin averted his gaze and gently nodded his head. “Can you speak to the hospital management? I’d like to leave as soon as possible.”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at him. “The doctor hasn’t cleared you yet.”

“Listen…” Jungkook bristled because no one… I mean… no one talked to him like that. “I have hemophobia. Panic attacks at the sight of blood are common and sometimes I faint. There’s nothing that warrants an overnight stay in the hospital.”

“Funny,” he scoffed. “The doctor thinks your fainting episode has something to do with you being weak. Exhaustion and malnourishment if I may add.”

“I’m not malnourished. I have a busy schedule and I sometimes forget to eat that’s all. I just had a bad day.” Jimin shrugged. He even had the audacity to look offended, which Jungkook found amusing. “And, I can’t really consider what he has to say about my health now.” He pursed his lips and threw his sheets off. Jungkook watched as he swung his legs off the bed, standing up only to sway and fall forward.

Jungkook caught him of course, once again holding him closer. He unconsciously took a whiff. Jimin still smelled like flowers, though it was now faintly mixed with the smell of disinfectants. It must be his hospital gown.

Jimin pulled away with a grimace. “I’m sorry.” He turned away to the bed, planting his palms on it for support when he swayed again.

Jungkook felt the air rush out of his lungs in a whoosh. His jaw fell open. Jimin hadn’t yet realized he was wearing a hospital gown that opened at the back and that he had accidentally flashed Jungkook by turning away.

And Jungkook…he felt gob-smacked. That was one marvelous ass. Perfectly round and firm. He felt his breath hitch and words failing him. His hands trembled, aching to touch and as he stood stunned and too shocked to even react.

Jimin moved to sit, one hand rubbing at his temples. He looked too lost in his thoughts to realize what just happened. Jungkook felt the air rush back into his lungs. Fuck his entire existence. He blinked his eyes several times to get that sight out of his short-circuiting brain. But only Gods knew how his wretched brain kept going back, conjuring different scenarios of having that ass at his mercy.

As if God had heard his silent prayer, they were disrupted by a nurse who brought Jimin’s food. Jungkook thanked her internally for interrupting. Now that he had his control back, he realized Jimin was sick and in hospital while he was ogling shamelessly.

I definitely need to get laid.

Yes, that must be it. Jungkook had stopped hooking up about a year ago when he learned the last one who wiggled her way into his bedroom was an undercover operative. Since he was someone who hated weakness, he stopped them from getting anywhere near him ever again. And now that has come to bite his ass.

Probably he should ask Tae or Yoongi to search the background of the people he decided to hook up with. He was frowning at the line of his thoughts when he noticed Jimin’s colorless food. What the fuck is that?

The nurse must have helped him back because now he was covered with a sheet much to his relief. As Jimin ate, he saw his face twist with distaste but the man managed small bites. Jungkook inched closer. “It looks plain.”

Jimin’s eyes flicked to his face and a small smile stretched his lips. For the second time that night, Jungkook felt the air knocked out of his lungs. It wasn’t even his real smile. It didn’t reach his eyes. It was just a small tilt of the corner of his lips.

How would he look if he smiled for real?

“It tastes the same too,” Jimin said in his melodic voice and went back to food.

Jungkook was left staring at the man. His stare only broke when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He tore his gaze off Jimin and checked the incoming text.

From Yoongi hyung:

Song Jae-Hwa, age 41.

Her husband works for one of our underbosses from the East.

To Yoongi hyung:

Tell him to meet me tomorrow at the base.

7 A.M.

From Yoongi hyung:

???

To Yoongi hyung:

None of your business.

He stopped Jimin from eating another spoonful. “Don’t eat that. I’ll get you something else.”

Jimin worried his bottom lip but relented when Jungkook pried the spoon off his hand and pushed the tray away. His food order came within fifteen minutes. Jimin was silent when he served the spicy soup, rice, and some kimchi by the side.

Once again, it was so out of character for Jungkook because Jeon Jungkook never served anyone. He halted his movement when he realized what he was doing. But the damage was done. He put the plastic lid aside and moved back.

“Eat now,” he said and went to sit back at the chair he spotted beside the bed.

Jimin just nodded and began eating. Something once again tugged inside Jungkook’s chest as he watched him eat silently. His cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk as he munched on. He must have been really hungry because the food was finishing faster and he had only paused to sip water. His phone buzzed with a text again.

From Yoongi hyung:

Park Jimin, age 28.

A full-time Kindergarten teacher at SK elementary school and teaches dance part-time.

Parents are dead. Only live relative, Park Hyemi, age 65 lives in an assisted living facility in Seoul.

No known friends or other social activities. The guy works a lot and is popular among the children he teaches.

A small smile tugged at his lips. This was what he liked about Yoongi. He always read his mind.

“Didn’t you call someone?” Jungkook decided to make a small chat.

“Huh?” Jimin blinked, looking from his almost empty bowl of rice.

“Haven’t you called your friends or family?” he asked again.

“Oh.” Jimin put the disposable chopsticks down, reaching for his water. “I don’t have anyone to call.”

What?

From Yoongi hyung:

Oh, he recently moved to a worn-out loft in Hwagok-dong.

And he’s broke.

Hwagok-dong?

That was almost twenty kilometers from Gangnam. Jungkook eyed the man who had resumed eating. “No one?”

Jimin gave him a sad smile. “No one,” he confirmed. He wiped his mouth and packed the empty containers. Jungkook watched as the man once again tried to get out of the bed.

Jungkook jumped to his feet. “What are you doing?”

Jimin blinked owlishly. “Ah, putting them away?”

“I’ll do it.” Jungkook took the containers away and called for the nurse to clean the table before he could stop himself.

“Um…I want to go to the toilet too.” Red painted his cheeks and Jungkook’s stomach did that weird thing again.

“Ah, o-okay,” he stuttered, torn between helping him and calling the nurse. Once again the nurse entered the room as if she was a Godsend. “Um…he wants to go to the toilet.” He exited the room to give them privacy and waited outside until the nurse came out.

Jimin was once again in his bed when he entered the room again, tucked under the sheet. “Oh, I thought you left.” Jimin smiled again and this time Jungkook felt like the entire room brightens because this was lighter than the ones before. “Um…about earlier, can you ask the doctor to discharge me tonight? I really have to get back to work.”

Jungkook sniffed, pushing his hands into his pockets. “I’ve already settled your bill.”

“What?” Jimin’s eyes widened. “No. Why would you do that? You admitted me here and you bought me food. I already owe you a lot.”

Oh. Not used to accept the help I see.

But you see Jungkook liked to give and he also didn’t like it when someone questioned his decisions. “And you ruined my suit,” he responded, his features hardening again and satisfaction filling him when Jimin’s eyes widened. He knew Jimin would never be able to pay back. With some stupid impulse, he pulled his business card out of his pocket, handing it to Jimin. “Meet me in my office next Monday. 5 P.M.”

Jimin’s mouth was agape as Jungkook pivoted on his heel and exited the room. He now had a reason to meet Jimin. He didn’t give two fucks about his suit but Jimin didn’t have to know that. Jungkook didn’t know what was that about Jimin that intrigued him and he was keen to find out.

***

Song Taehee was a man in his early forties with flaming red hair, face tattoos, and way too many accessories for Jungkook’s liking. He might look terrifying if he wasn’t shaking so badly and on his knees without even knowing his crime. Well, it wasn’t his crime. More like his dear wife’s crime.

Jungkook knew he must look like a menace in his workout gear and sweating from his recent session with Taehyung and Namjoon.  “You have twenty-four hours to pay your daughter’s dance instructor Park Jimin.”

He set aside the knife he was polishing, picking another one. It was one of his favorite things to do. It calmed his mind, besides, the blades gotta be sharp. However, Song had no inkling of his real intention so he was sweating bullets.   

“The fee along with the interest.” He sniffed, fixing him with an intense glare. “And a personal apology from your wife for treating him with disrespect.”

“Yes.” He bowed. “I’ll do anything you say. I’ll do it immediately.”

“If it comes to my attention that your dear wife threatening the life of someone in the name of Dragons one more time…” He clenched his jaw. “It’ll be your head that’ll be displayed on the spike the next time.”

Song gasped. “Yes, I-I understand. I had no idea, sir. I-I…this will not happen again.”

Jungkook scoffed. “Get the fuck out and never show your face again.”

The underling scurried out of the room like the rodent he was.

“That went well,” Taehyung quipped with a tilt of his lips. He was leaning on the doorframe, his hands folded over his chest. “So what’s your deal with this Park Jimin?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, returning to his knives. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Right.” Taehyung huffed. “So the most feared crime lord comes to the base early in the morning to threaten the shit out of a good-for-nothing underling—who would otherwise doesn’t even stand a chance to be in the same space as you are, unless he magically became an underboss, which is unlikely—real charming, buddy.”

“His wife is using the name of Dragons to threaten someone innocent.” He didn’t meet Taehyung’s scrutinizing gaze. His best friend was so good at reading him and he tried to postpone the inevitable as much as possible.

“Yoongi hyung says this Jimin is quite a catch. Stunningly gorgeous and handsome who puts the top models to shame.” He laughed. “Imagine that coming from him.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “He’s alright. Got a great ass, that’s all.”

“Ah, it’s the ass.” Taehyung smiled knowingly. “I knew you had a thing for booties. So when are you meeting him again?”

He arranged the knives in their case in order. Taehyung missed nothing. Literally. It was useless trying to dodge his questions. This was bound to happen sooner or later. He let out an indignant sigh.

“Monday.”

“And?”

“He owes me.” He lifted a brow nonchalantly and tried to play it off though he knew it wouldn’t work.

“Yeah, that ruined suit you give no fuck about and probably that medical bill, which is not even a quarter of what you spend per day, and we both know you’d have probably cared more if someone touched one of these knives instead,” Taehyung stated with a serious expression. “Seriously, Jungkook, why don’t you cut that crap and tell me something new? You’re a terrible liar.”

“I’m not. I’ll have you know that I’m a wonderful liar.” Jungkook scowled and he waved his knife at Taehyung. “It just doesn’t work on you.”

“Because a snake knows the tracks left by another snake.” He pushed the knives aside and perched on the table. “What’s the deal?”

Jungkook lifted a shoulder nonchalantly. “Just horny, I guess. Been a while I got any.”

“So you just want to get into his pants.”

“Maybe.” Jungkook frowned. “I don’t know alright. It’s…it’s just an impulse.” He jumped to his feet. “I have eyes and this guy is attractive, smells good, and got a great ass,” he listed. And might probably sound even great in bed if his soft, sensual voice is anything to go by. “Why not?”

Taehyung twisted his lips thoughtfully. “Doesn’t sound that simple to me.” He narrowed his eyes. “But it’s okay, I guess. Just don’t keep me in the dark.”

Jungkook gave him a non-committal grunt and packed his knives, more relieved that he dropped the subject. “Dad’s birthday is in two weeks. I’m gonna fly out during the weekend.”

“Is Shadow gonna be there?”

“Noona is coming.” He chuckled. “Where Jeong-seon goes…”

“Shadow follows.” Taehyung grinned. “Oh man, he’s whipped. Out of all of us, he’s the last person I expected will fall head over heels first.”

“You talk as if Yoongi doesn’t exist.” He scoffed. “You’re all alike. You and your brothers. Whipped assholes.”

It was Taehyung’s turn to scowl this time. “Just wait until you fall hard for this man and simp over him.” He poked a finger in his direction. “I curse you, Jungkook. Watch it come true.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook fought the urge to laugh at his face. “And what do you gain out of this?”

Taehyung folded his hands across his chest again. “The opportunity to laugh at you being the most whipped assholes of us all.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Oh, with everything I got.”

“That confident, eh?”

Taehyung just laughed. He laughed like every other time he was right and probably Jungkook should have taken that as a sign.

***

Jimin was a soft marshmallow. He was always composed and there was certain elegance to everything he did. They were at their sixth date and Jungkook was still intrigued. He was certainly warming up to him and stopped fussing about the bill. Well, it wasn’t exactly by choice. When Jimin insisted on splitting the bill on their fourth date, he’d simply shut him up.

“Fuck that, Jimin. I asked you out and I chose this restaurant. It means I’m paying for it. I’ll allow you to pay when you take me out on a date.”

Jimin had stared at him with those puppy eyes but relented with his shoulders hunched. Jungkook had wanted to pull him onto his lap and kiss that small pout forming on his lips, which froze him to the spot. So, now they were on their sixth date at another high-scale restaurant.

They texted regularly or at least from Jungkook’s end. It took a month for Jimin to text him first with a shy good morning. That was after their third date. Jungkook still didn’t know why he was so hung up on Jimin. Maybe because he was an enigma or because he simply liked spending time with him.

Jimin spoke only when he asked questions for most of the time. It was frustrating because he made it obvious that he wanted nothing to do with Jungkook. His actions made it clear that he expected Jungkook to grow tired of him and let him go. Only he didn’t know once Jungkook set his eyes on something, he didn’t stop until he got it.

But then there was also this frequent blush he sported when Jungkook stared at him a moment too long or when he complimented him. So, Jungkook had found a way to crack that hard shell Jimin was hiding under. He praised him a lot and it worked wonders.

Jimin offered a shy smile when he opened the door for him. His cheeks flared red when Jungkook put a hand on his lower back, guiding him out of the restaurant. There were so many times he just wanted to slide that hand on a little bit down to touch that ass. Not now, Jungkook. Not now. It was really a test to someone impatient like him.

Once again it was new to Jungkook. He didn’t know what was so special about Jimin. Even his smallest actions stirred his arousal and he still hasn’t figured why. Jimin once again flushed red when he opened the car door for him. He wanted to bite those cheeks then and he had to avert his gaze to stop the heat from spreading to his cock.

Jimin looked so fucking hot even without trying. Tonight he was dressed in a simple white sweater and blue fitted jeans. The oversized sweater almost swallowed him. There should be nothing arousing about his outfit, but Jungkook couldn’t help it. He kept glancing in his direction.

His date was so oblivious to the attention he was receiving and was looking outside the window, staring at the passing scenery with extreme interest. He looked relaxed with a soft smile playing on his lips.

Jimin lived too far for his liking. The drive back and forth took about one and a half hours given the heavy traffic. He couldn’t believe Jimin took a subway every morning and evening traveling one hour just to get to work.

Normally Jungkook wouldn’t bother with something like this. He could arrange cab or ask his driver to drive Jimin, but then he would miss this side of him. So he was conflicted from the inside out because he was going out of his way to just spend time with this man.

Jimin was such a hard worker. He even worked on weekends, running from one private tutoring session to the other. Sometimes he forgot to eat and take care of himself because of that. And why did he even bother if Jimin ate or not? He just wanted to get into his pants, didn’t he?

But who was he kidding? He didn’t know how to explain the anger he felt when Jimin said he missed his dinner or breakfast casually. So recently he figured a way to make him eat on time. He began sending him breakfast, lunch, and dinner whenever Jimin said he didn’t get time to cook. Jimin could never say no. He was too good for that and so far it worked in Jungkook’s favor.  

They drove in comfortable silence. Once again Jungkook reveled in it. This was something he loved. He was oddly comfortable with Jimin even when they didn’t talk much. He loved it more when they talked though. Jimin had such a soft voice that often felt like he was singing even when he was just talking. Much to his dismay, Jimin’s apartment complex came into view.

“We are here,” he announced, parking the car in front of Jimin’s worn-out building.

Jungkook disliked the building from the very first time he was here. It wasn’t safe for Jimin. The place was crawling with local thugs and fortunately, it was in the Dragon’s territory. Usually, the street would be empty when he dropped him off. But tonight, there were men, chatting loudly and laughing obnoxiously.

Jimin paid no mind to them as he exited the vehicle. A few heads turned their way, wolf whistles and catcalls send out to the night. Jungkook’s grip on the wheel tightened and he clenched his jaw. He swiftly exited the car.

“I’ll walk you to the door.”

Jimin turned with a smile, his gaze flicked to the men. “Ah, it won’t be necessary. They are no trouble.”

Jungkook clenched his fist, locking the car. “I wasn’t offering.” He put a hand on Jimin’s lower back. Jimin’s lips parted and understanding dawned in his features. It was a question. He was simply stating what he was about to do.

They walked to the apartment complex together, Jungkook’s gaze dead set on the men, who appear to bristle at the challenge. Their jaws clenched and posture stiffened ready to fight. Jungkook would have welcomed the fight any other time, but not now. Jimin was here and he had to get him inside.

With a smirk, he unbuttoned the top three buttons of his button-up shirt, purposefully revealing the tattoo that was inked to his chest. The head of the dragon peeked out in all its red glory and he noticed the men growing pale at the implication. They just messed with the wrong man.

They entered the building and Jimin stopped in front of the stairs. “Um…the elevator isn’t working.” He fidgeted with the hem of his sweater as he looked ahead at the stairs. “I-I can go from here.”

“But this isn’t your door.” Jungkook gently nudged his back with the hand that was still on his lower back. “Go on.”

Jimin nodded mutely and began to climb the stairs. Jungkook tried his best to not frown at the condition of the building. The walls were bare, the paint faded from them. The concrete had chipped away here and there on the stairs. The staircase was dark, save for the one dim light per floor. This was in no way suitable to live in and had to be shut down. That was the first thought that came to his mind. However, he wasn’t going to say that to Jimin.

They climbed the three floors silently and Jimin stopped when they reached the door further down the corridor. The dim light barely lit the corridor and Jungkook did his best to hide his disapproval. Jimin deserved a better life. It was all because of a sick fuck who thought it was okay to take his money and leave him on the streets. His fists clenched by his side.

Jungkook was so tempted to go after him and teach him a good lesson, but he thought Jimin wouldn’t appreciate it. Yoongi was able to trace Jimin’s ex to the old apartment through Jimin’s bank accounts but Jungkook let it be because Jimin told him that he wished to leave him past in the past during one of their conversations. He had said he wanted nothing to do with his ex and hence doesn’t wish to talk about his relationship.

If Jimin wanted that then Jungkook would do well to respect that which was completely out of character for him because in Taehyung’s words, “When the hell did you start to respect someone’s wishes?”

“Goodnight, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook was jerked out of his thoughts and looked down at the angel standing in front of him. Jimin looked up at him with that shy smile, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his sweater. He had a sudden urge to squish his cheek and after resisting that urge for so many days, he gave in.

Jimin squeaked when Jungkook did that. Damn.

“Cute.” Jungkook laughed.

Jimin slapped his hand away, pouting. “I’m not cute.”

“No? Then you’re beautiful.”

Jimin blushed then. “I’m not.”

“Have you seen yourself? You’re fucking sexy,” Jungkook almost growled, stepping closer. “You look like a walking sin.”

Jimin gasped. His wide eyes blinked repeatedly. “Y-You think I’m sexy?”

“What you do not think so?” Jungkook questioned, caging him against the door. “You know what I want, don’t you?”

Jimin averted his face, his cheeks growing redder. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jungkook grew bolder because Jimin had voluntarily or involuntarily reached out to him, one hand clutching at his jacket and the palm of his other hand resting against his chest. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, baby.”

Jimin’s head whipped to him with a gasp at the term of endearment. Their faces were so close that Jimin had to tilt his head to meet his eyes. “B-Baby?” he whispered.

Jungkook leaned closer; their lips inches apart and Jimin’s floral scent assaulted him. “Can I call you that?” he asked, his voice lowering to match Jimin’s husky tone.

He blinked up to him, tugging at his bottom lip and Jungkook’s gaze followed that motion. “Y-Yes.”

Jungkook couldn’t help it then. Those glossy lips lured him in, looking so fucking delectable. “I wanna kiss you so badly,” he said. “Will you let me kiss you, baby?”

“Yes.”

And that was all the confirmation Jungkook needed. His heart felt like it was going to explode. Their gazes locked and Jungkook searched Jimin’s eyes one last time. He only saw anticipation. His warm breath smelled like the strawberry dessert Jimin last ate.

When his eyes dipped to his lips, he couldn’t help the way his heart hammered in his chest. He lowered his head, connecting their lips gently. So fucking soft.

Fuck!

It was a gentle press of their lips together. Jungkook’s first kiss. There were times he came close to kiss someone while he was in college but the thought of being intimate with someone like that always turned him off. For some reason, the act of kissing never appealed to him.

Jimin stood still in his embrace as if he was waiting for him to make a move. Jungkook parted his lips, tugging at his bottom lip gently and suck it into his mouth before repeating the same with his upper lip. Fucking heaven.

Slowly, but surely he slotted their lips together, kissing him like he’d seen it in the movies for million times. And then Jimin kissed him back. That was when the fireworks began for Jungkook.

His right hand slid to Jimin’s waist, pulling him closer while he used the left hand to cup his nape, holding him in place. He tilted his head so he could kiss him better and Jimin followed. Damn.

He pulled apart only when he felt like his lungs burned with a lack of oxygen. Jimin looked equally dazed and there were no words to explain how he was feeling right then. He was hard as a rock, painfully so. However, sex was the last thing on his mind. He was strangely satisfied with the kiss.

“Fuck. That was my first kiss,” he whispered in disbelief, his lips curled into a full-blown grin. “And it’s so fucking perfect.”

Jimin’s eyes widened like saucers. “Y-Your what?”

“My first kiss,” Jungkook repeated.

“What? I-How? Y-You never kissed before.”

Jungkook shook his head. “I told you I don’t kiss.”

“I thought…” Jimin looked conflicted. “Like never?” he asked. “Not even once.”

“No.”

“Why?” It was barely a whisper but he could see Jimin was puzzled yet pleased with the information.

“Because no one else mattered before,” he blurted out before he could stop himself.

Tears filled Jimin’s eyes and he stood on his tiptoes, pressing his soft, pillow lips on his. “Kiss me, please,” he murmured against his lips and Jungkook did.

Jungkook once again kissed Jimin slowly. There was no hurry. He just wanted to feel those lips against him. He gently nibbled on his bottom lip on impulse only to receive a soft moan that shot directly to his core. The sound was so heavenly that he couldn’t help it anymore. He sucked at his bottom lip fervently earning more of that, feeling exhilarated.

Jimin’s hands were on his chest and neck. His touch was so soft and warm. Jungkook wanted his hands all over him.

He detached his lips briefly to gulp more air but went back again and then again until Jimin was fisting at the front of his shirt. This time he pulled away because his phone was buzzing nonstop in his pocket. Jungkook had his fingers buried under those fluffy pink locks and fuck the look on Jimin’s face... He stared at his swollen lips a moment too long.

Damn.

He was so worked up and the kiss didn’t even involve the tongue. They breathed heavily against each other and Jimin blinked his eyes open, looking so out of it. He was tempted to kiss down his jaw and suck on that milky skin, but something told him today wasn’t the day. The moment was too precious to break.

To him it was more than just a kiss. It was wholesome. Perhaps, Jimin felt the same way too because he was grinning shyly. He caressed Jimin’s flushed cheek with his thumb.

“I have to go now,” he said half-heartedly.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He didn’t know how long it was vibrating. Didn’t care because he was too lost in the moment. But now that he had stopped kissing Jimin, he realized that it must be Taehyung. So he should better head out and pick the call before his best friend sends Yoongi after his tail.

“Thanks for the wonderful date, Jungkookie.” Jimin pulled away slowly, clasping his hands in front of him. He looked down at his feet, but he was smiling. “It was nice.”

“Yeah. I liked it a lot too.” Good night, baby.”

 Jimin nodded. “Good night.”

Jungkook pecked him again, slowly backing away until he reached the stairs before climbing down half-heartedly. Taehyung was blowing up his phone but he had no mind to answer. His mind was still reeling and his lips were still tingling with the kiss. All he could think was about the kiss and Jimin’s soft fragrance that enveloped him. He touched his lips giddily and let out a laugh.

Someone was suddenly in front of him, shaking him. “JK?”

Jungkook blinked his eyes, seeing Taehyung and his smile widened. He barely noticed the ruckus outside. At least five cars were parked outside the building with the gang members all over the place. He saw Yoongi.

Taehyung caught him when he swayed on his feet. “What the fuck happened to you?”

“Nothing,” Jungkook answered with a laugh.

“Really? Why do you look like that? Did you finally tap that booty?” Taehyung asked, eying the building with a pensive look on his face.

“No.” Jungkook shook his head, cupping Taehyung’s face in both his hands. “But we kissed.” He giggled and that was when his friend decided he had lost it.

“Fuck! That’s it.” He turned to Yoongi. “Hyung, you bring his car. I’m not letting him drive like this.” Then he was dragging him to his Maserati.

Jungkook didn’t really care for any of that. He went along with his best friend with that goofy smile still intact only to stop when he remembered what happened before he went inside with Jimin. He halted in his track, turning to face the others. His eyes narrowed.

He wrenched his hand free of Taehyung’s grip and sauntered toward the men who cat-called Jimin. He caught the tallest one by his jacket collar, pulling him down. “He’s mine,” he growled. “If I ever catch wind of any of you guys cat-calling or wolf-whistling at him again…” he trailed off, pushing him away. “Heesung,” he addressed the Underboss without sparing a glance at his direction. The man came forward hurriedly. “Spread the word. If any of them dared look at Jimin’s direction again, I’ll gouge their eyes out and leave their bodies for the vultures to feed.”

The man shivered and nodded fervently. “Yes, boss. It won’t happen again.”

Jungkook ignored them and went climbing inside Taehyung’s car.

“You know how fucking anxious I was when I got a call from them?” Taehyung said as soon as they eased into the traffic. “Heesung called saying the men saw someone with a dragon tattoo heading into the building with a man and he was alone with no bodyguards. And that man challenged them.”     

“They were looking at Jimin as if he was their fucking meal. Be glad I didn’t pull my gun and pop their brains out.” Jungkook was really tempted to. Jimin’s presence was the only thing that kept them alive today.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “So, you kissed, huh?”

Jungkook laughed again.

“Fuck, dude. I never thought I’d live to see this day. You came out looking as if you were high and for a moment I freaked out because I thought someone pumped you up with something. But all that reaction just because of a kiss?” he scoffed.

“Oh, Tae, you have no idea. It was so fucking good. I didn’t even want to fuck him, you know.”

Taehyung slanted a glance at him, quirking his eyebrow. “I don’t. So why don’t you tell me more.”

“Come on, TaeTae,” he whined, so uncharacteristic of him. He hadn’t done that since they were children. But again he was too happy to care for that. “You know how I get hot and bothered just by looking at him, but I had him today, you know. Like when we kissed, he looked so fucking out of it. I could have had him there if I wanted to. But it didn’t feel right. I didn’t think of sex when we kissed. It’s just…fuck it was just so good and my heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to explode.”

“So what you’re telling me is that…” Taehyung cast a sideways glance at him. “You’re catching feelings for this man.”

Jungkook sighed contently. “All I know is that I want to kiss him again. Fuck, Tae. I want to give the entire world to him. He just has to say it.” He rubbed a hand over his chest which was aching pleasantly. “I never felt this way before.”

“Fuck!” Taehyung cursed. “That was deep.”

Jungkook shrugged.

Taehyung grinned widely. “You’re in love.”

Jungkook whipped his head so fast that he thought he got a whiplash. “What?”

“I said you’re in love.”

The mafia boss sobered, looking out of the window. His chest still ached and all he could think was Jimin. “So this is love?”

“You go extra mile for Jimin. You buy him flowers and sent him food almost every day. There was one rule you never broke no matter what. And you broke that today. I heard you talking to him the other day.” Taehyung smiled. “You sounded so soft as if you’re talking to a puppy. I never saw you like this before, Jungkook-ah. And these days you smile a lot. You’re changing.”

Jungkook looked outside. Did he love Park Jimin? “I just know it’s not about sex anymore. I want more than that. I like spending time with him. He’s everything I’m not and I love that.”

Taehyung patted his thigh. “I get it. I’m happy for you, Jungkook-ah. Speaking of which, when are you going to introduce him to me? I’m your best friend and I have to meet your potential boyfriend. Or did you forget that?”

Jungkook grimaced. He totally forgot that. Dang. “No. I didn’t.”

“How about next weekend? I’d love to hang out with him.”

“I don’t think it’s a great idea. It’s too soon.” He tried to deflate him but Taehyung wasn’t the one to give up.

“Are you scared, Jungkookie?” Taehyung teased.

“Shut up,” Jungkook grunted.

“Oh, only our sweet Jiminie can call you that, huh?”

Jungkook huffed. “Just…just be careful with him, okay? I don’t want to scare him off.”

“I will be careful.” Taehyung smiled. “I know how important this is to you, Jungkook. I just want to get to know him better.”

One week later, Jungkook regretted his decision because now his best friend and date were attached to each other’s hip. Two days ago, on a Friday he made a mistake by introducing Jimin to Taehyung. So now here he was, fuming in the bowling alley with an amused Yoongi because his Jimin wasn’t giving him any attention. Instead, he was on the floor, rolling and laughing at Taehyung’s antics. He wasn’t jealous, not in the least.

“Tone it down, kid.” Yoongi chuckled beside him. “You’re being so obvious.”

“Do I look like I care?” Jungkook huffed.

“No, but Jimin might care.” He put a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder and patted gently. “Look at them. They’re having so much fun and Jimin looks so happy. Taehyung might be his first real friend. Let them bond, Jungkook-ah.”

Jungkook’s shoulders sagged. Yoongi was right. Jimin had no friends he could rely on. In that case, Taehyung indeed would be his first real friend. His jealousy and possessiveness could wait. “You’re right,” he admitted as he settled beside him with a smile. He could get used to this.

***

Another date at another high-scale restaurant that night was becoming their routine. Jungkook couldn’t show up just anywhere because he was well-known in society. Besides, he didn’t want to jeopardize Jimin’s safety by exposing their relationship.

Their relationship or this dating thing they were trying was progressing nicely. And to Jungkook’s surprise, he hadn’t screwed anything up yet. Jimin had opened up considerably over the weeks and they were close to their third month anniversary. So here they were celebrating early because Jungkook would have to fly out of the country for a conference on the day of their anniversary next week.

Jimin had entered the car after their date when he received the phone call.

“Hello,” he greeted in a soft voice. “Yes, it’s me.”

Jungkook was reversing the car when he saw the phone slip out of Jimin’s hand. He hit the brakes, shaking Jimin gently. “Jimin…”

“G-Grandma.” Jimin simply stared, his mouth opening and closing. His hands were shaking.

Jungkook fished for Jimin’s phone when he said nothing more and noticed the caller was still online. He pressed it to his ear. “Who’s this?”

“Sir, this call is for Mr. Park Jimin. We are calling from SK Assisted living, where his grandmother Mrs. Park Hyemi is admitted.”

“Jeon Jungkook, I’m a friend of Mr. Park. How is she?”

“Sir, she passed away a couple of minutes ago in her sleep. Our doctor just checked and confirmed. We were calling to inform Mr. Park.”

“Noted. We will be there shortly.”

“Sure, sir.”

Jungkook looked at Jimin who was crying silently. He set the phone aside and took Jimin’s hand in his. “Hey, sweetheart, look at me.”

Jimin lifted his tear-streaked face. “S-she's gone. Grandma…s-she’s the only one who ever cared for me.”

Fuck!

Jungkook wasn’t good with handling emotions, but this was tugging unpleasantly at his heart. He quickly parked his car to the side and unbuckled both their seatbelts before exiting the car and going to Jimin’s side.

“Come here.” He gently guided Jimin to the backseat. Once there, he pulled him to his lap. “Baby, listen, you’re not alone.”

Jimin let out his first sob. “I am. I-I have no one left. Not anymore. S-she's the only one I had. My only family. N-Now she’s g-gone. S-She left me.”

“Baby…”

“Why? Why Jungkook?” He looked so lost. “I talked to her just this morning. She sounded fine. T-Told me to take care.” He cried.

Jungkook didn’t know how to respond to that so he just hugged him and held him close as he broke down. From there he was on a robotic mode. The first thing he did was to cancel every appointment he had for the next day. He then took Jimin to the assisted living home and made some calls, arranging her funeral.

He could tell Jimin was barely holding himself together after his breakdown in the car. He cried again when he saw her body. Once he quieted, he was just silent, answering only when someone asked him a question.

That night it didn’t feel right to leave Jimin alone. But their relationship was still so new. They hadn’t gotten past three kisses. Jungkook contemplated what he was about to suggest the entire way. He didn’t know if Jimin would agree, but he thought there was no harm in trying. If Jimin didn’t wanna go with him, then he could stay the night. It was a matter of one night.

With that thought in mind, he asked, “Why don’t you come to stay with me for a few days? A change of atmosphere might help you.”

Jimin just looked at him once, his face pale and all signs of happiness he was radiating just a few hours ago long gone. Jungkook’s heart clenched painfully in his chest. His throat was clogged with a foreign emotion he couldn’t fathom. Jimin was the one in pain, yet Jungkook was strangely feeling it to his bones.

He sighed in relief when Jimin just nodded and went to pack an overnight bag. When he saw Jimin packing only one pair of clothes, he volunteered to pack three more because he had no intention of leaving Jimin alone for the next couple of nights in the least.

That night, once he showed him to the guestroom, he went back to check if Jimin wanted anything else only to see him crying again. Jungkook didn’t know what possessed him. The urge to comfort him was strong, but the mafia boss had never comforted someone who wasn’t his mother or sister. And that too only twice. Once when his brother died and a second time when his sister was rescued from the Cobras. All he did was hugging them and let them both cry while he rubbed their back. Perhaps the same technique would work with Jimin.

He didn’t think twice before entering the room and climbing into bed with Jimin. He simply pulled him to his chest, wrapped his arms around him, and began to rub his back. Jimin fisted the front of his t-shirt, sobbing harder.

Jungkook didn’t know how many hours had passed before Jimin finally fell asleep out of exhaustion. His tears had dried off and he was hiccupping softly even in his sleep. Jungkook felt something foreign spread in his chest.

He didn’t want to see Jimin crying ever again. That night he realized Jimin’s tears hurt him more than a knife or bullet wound. When he cupped Jimin’s face, gently wiping his cheeks with his thumb, he vowed he would never allow anyone or anything to hurt him again. That he would protect Jimin at any cost, even if it was from Jungkook himself.

***

“Mr. Akito, what a great pleasure to meet you?” Chang laughed with his belly, pulling the man into a one-armed hug and a bright smile that could pass as a real one. “My second tells me that you’ve agreed to all our terms.”

“Yes. He was pretty persuasive.” Akito led Chang to the couch in the living room of the elegant mansion. The mansion was located on one of the private islands in Japan. “Our boss will be here in a few. Care for a drink?”

“Your boss?” Chang lifted a brow. He unbuttoned his jacket to sit comfortably. “So you’re not the boss.”

“I am.” Akito smiled as he took his seat. “But you see I control only Japan. Drink?”

“Oh, that’s understandable,” Chang said understandably. “Whiskey neat, please. We can discuss a few things and get it out of the way before he arrives.”

Akito motioned his assistant who went to pour a drink. “And what would you like us to discuss first?”

“We’d like to receive our first shipment as soon as possible.” The assistant brought in the drinks and Chang grabbed the drink, sipping it.

“About that…” Akito drawled. “You still haven’t convinced us how you’re gonna push our drugs through Korea? The last I’ve heard the Dragons have banished the drugs from their territory which is almost sixty percent of Korea if I may add.”

“We do have the remaining forty percent, don’t we?” Chang chuckled. “And you’re forgetting that we are allies. Just because the Dragons control the territory doesn’t mean there are no drugs. People will always find a way to get what they want.”

“Agreed.” Akito tipped his glass toward Chang. “The Dragons aren’t only influential in South Korea. They have ties everywhere. If it ever got out that we are dealing with you…”

Chang smirked. “Did you think I’d be that careless, Mr. Akito? The Dragons are fools for not using what they have. They’re not only wasting their power but also not allowing others to make money,” he scoffed. “They have enough wealth to last for generations but not all of us have that privilege. We gotta do what we have to do.”

Akito nodded. “Certainly. How do you suppose you handle the Dragons? They’ll surely find out.”

He inclined his head as he sipped his drink and perked up when he saw someone entering the room. He jumped to his feet and bowed his head in a greeting “Oh, I just know the right way to handle the Dragons alright.”

Akito smiled, tilting his head to the side. “Care to share.” He motioned his assistant who came forward to refill their drinks.

“The Dragons have a new queen.” Chang’s smile was hideous and his eyes glinted with malicious intent. “And our kingpin is quite fond of him.”

“Him?” Akito asked.

“Park Jimin.” Chang sipped his drink. “Never once thought JK would fall for a pink-haired fairy,” he scoffed. “I mean…I’ve seen the chicks he’s been with before. Never really looked at any of them twice. I gotta admit this guy is a catch though. Exotic beauty and got fire in him if I might add. He’d make a wonderful queen. Too bad he has to die.”

“So you’re gonna take him out?” Akito was intrigued. “And how are you going to do that?”

It was the most horrendous thing he heard today. Taking out a queen was impossible. For that, one had to be in the heart of the gang. Even then, it wasn’t just easy to get anywhere near the queen. Hell, no one except the kingpin was allowed to touch the queen.

“A bit of hard work, but it’s not impossible. I got it covered.” Chang waved a hand. “Their relationship is still new and his security is lax.”

Akito snorted as he crossed his leg at the knee. Chang was really a fool if he thought his plan was working. Unlike Chang thought he had reliable sources who kept him updated about everything.

“I don’t think it’s working though,” he said. “I heard Shadow is assassinating anyone who had accepted your bounty.”

“What?” Chang frowned. “How do you know about the bounty? And what do you mean Shadow is assassinating them? He retired.”

Akito grinned. “Did he now?”

He didn’t bother to correct Chang. His gaze jumped behind Chang and he jumped to his feet, bowing to greet the person who just entered.

Chang jumped to his feet as well and whipped around.

Akito watched with amusement as the color on his face drain and the glass on his hand slipped to the floor. “F-Fixer?”

“Ah, so you know me,” Seokjin said as he unbuttoned his suit jacket and planted his hands on his hip.

Kim Seokjin known as the owner of famous restaurant chains was also the Consigliere of the Dragons. He also basically ran the operations overseas. But very few knew of this. Akito’s smile widened with anticipation as he watched Chang blinking owlishly at the sudden turn of events.

“I’ve been planning on a grand entrance and all for nothing?”

“W-What are you doing here?” Chang was beginning to sweat. His second-in-command moved in front of him ready to fight. A bullet flew off from behind Seokjin, embedding itself between his eyes and the second-in-command’s lifeless body fell to the ground.

“Well, it’s my home for starters, Chang Woo-bin. Where else would I be?” Seokjin sauntered to the couch like he had all the time in the world.

“Home?” Chang whispered the question. “Y-You’re just a fixer!” He pointed at him before turning to Akito. “You conned me. He’s not your boss.”

Akito shrugged. “He is. I’m the caretaker of this mansion he owns.”

“What about your gang? T-That bloody Yakuza guy recommended you.”

Seokjin scoffed and checked out his groomed nails as he crossed his leg on his knees. “And you failed to consider that the Yakuza and the Dragons have been brothers for a long time.” He tilted his head and fixed his lazy gaze on him. “Take him away.” He waved a hand. “You know the drill.”

You see, months ago when Seokjin suspected something fishy going on with the Changs, he devised the plan with the help of Yakuza. Akito, his most trusted and devoted employee became the crime lord of a non-existent gang who sold drugs. It took a while but Chang took the bait and walked right into their trap.

Akito bowed and grabbed the shaking guy by his bulky arm. He left fieldwork a long time ago to retire in this mansion with his wife, but life could get boring sometimes and his boss would come bearing gifts to brighten his day. This was about as exciting as his day would get in a while. With an excited smile, he dragged the yelling Chang—who was about to become one of the secrets buried in the estate—away.

***

[One month later]

Kim Minhyuk pleaded guilty in court this morning. He admitted that he got paid by the media to spill secrets about Park Jimin’s private life. He also confessed that Jimin cheating on him in the relationship was a lie and he said that to create more buzz.

“I’m sorry. I had no dirt on Jimin and I was afraid they wouldn’t pay me if I didn’t give them what they want,” he said in a statement earlier to The Seoul Times.

Jimin sighed in relief and changed the channel. It was more than he could ask for. To be honest, he was surprised to find Minhyuk alive and well after a month. He was glad that Jungkook didn’t harm him as he feared.

He stood up from the couch and stretched his back to head out to their garden. He had resigned from his job as a kindergarten teacher for good and was now feeling bored out of his mind. While his name was cleared and everything has settled down, he thought it was for better. Because he didn’t want some obsessed fool to attack him while he was on the school grounds and therefore put the children in danger. It was good while it lasted.

It was the end of fall and their garden was a pleasant place for late morning walks. Jimin enjoyed this time of serenity because it was so peaceful with chirping birds and playful squirrels chasing around. He had at least two hours before he had to cook lunch and bring it to Jungkook’s office. That was how he spent his time these days.

He woke up with Jungkook, hit the gym with him, and then cooked breakfast. Then he snoozed around watching TV, reading, or listening to music before he prepared lunch and took it to Jungkook. They ate together and Jungkook worked while Jimin relaxed in his office or sometimes assisted him with things he could help with. Then they’d go home together or Jungkook would drop him off at home before heading to handle his mafia stuff. They always ate their dinner together and talked about nothing until sleep blanketed them.

Life was good. He had put his dance studio on hold, wanting to take things slow. It had been a while since he had a proper break and recent events had taken a great toll on his emotional health, which he was getting better.

He was rounding the corner when he halted in his tracks, eyes growing wider and mouth parted. Standing in front of him was Minhyuk, tending to their garden, dressed in dirty overalls. He hadn’t shaved and his hair was disheveled so uncharacteristic compared to his usual well-put-out self.

As if sensing his presence, Minhyuk looked up from his task and went pale. He swallowed thickly and his eyes grew wide when he saw something behind Jimin. He was confused wondering if it was his eyes playing tricks because his ex-boyfriend was the last person he thought he’d see today. And that too in his compound.

“Hello, Strawberry.” Jimin jumped slightly when he felt warm breath fanning over his neck. He whirled around to meet Jungkook’s bright smile, but his eyes were fixated behind Jimin. “Oh, I see you met him.”

“Jungkook, what is he doing here?” Jimin hissed, his voice low so Minhyuk wouldn’t hear them. “Why are you home now?”

“Ah, sweetheart, you don’t have to be that considerate. My afternoon meeting got canceled so I thought I’d spend the time with you.” Jungkook turned him around, ignoring Jimin’s protests. He kept his hands on Jimin’s shoulders as they both faced Minhyuk. “He knew what he signed up for when he agreed to my offer.”

“Your offer?” Jimin frowned.

“Mhmm…” Jungkook hugged him from the back, resting his chin on his shoulder. “You see that little bastard over there had no money to pay as per the court sentence. He’s broke and the poor thing had no one ready to take responsibility and bail him out. But he owes me the money you see…and I offered him a job here, which he gladly accepted.”

“And you hired him as a gardener?” Jimin asked in disbelief.

“You’d be surprised to learn this bastard dropped out of school and lied about being a freelancer. He makes his living by conning people.” Jimin looked over his shoulder to meet Jungkook’s gaze that was shooting daggers at Minhyuk. And the man in question stood with his hands clasped in front of him and shaking like a leaf. “Good-hearted people,” Jungkook added and his grip tightened around his middle. “So you see, I’m being generous to even entrust him with our garden.”

Jimin swallowed. He had no words.

“Don’t worry. He wouldn’t dare to come anywhere near you,” Jungkook assured. “You see that little collar on his neck? That has a GPS installed and his every movement is monitored. The moment he gets within the ten-foot distance of our home, it’ll electrocute him.” Jimin tensed and Jungkook shushed him. “He won’t die. It’ll leave him paralyzed for a short span of time.” He relaxed. “But that isn’t the best part,” Jungkook drawled with a sinister smile and Jimin froze this time realizing the one who was holding him was the most feared crime lord, who was ruthless and killed without hesitation. His body shuddered involuntarily. “He wouldn’t be able to do anything even if he tried. He cannot just screw with what’s mine and walk away untouched, can he? What kind of man would I be if I cannot protect you or get retribution for that matter?”

“What did you do?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“I had him work here briefly so he could see what kind of life you’re living and reflect on his mistakes,” Jungkook answered. “And I’m telling you this because I vowed to be nothing but honest with you.” He kissed the side of Jimin’s neck softly. “I was tempted to kill him for what he did, but Taehyung said death is too kind and it’s more of a freedom than a punishment. So I settled for Penectomy.”

“P-Penectomy?” Jimin’s eyes almost popped out of the socket.

Jungkook shrugged. “My mercy has bounds you know. This is as lenient as I can be.” He turned Jimin around. “You won’t see him after today. I’ve made arrangements to shift him to one of my other properties in another city.”

Jimin didn’t know how to respond to that. Things were this was a reality check on what Jungkook was really capable of. Yet when he finally glanced up at his face, his soft smile was back. Jimin forced a smile. “Yeah, I get it. Just…” He threw a glance over his shoulder to see Minhyuk in the same position. “Just keep this stuff away from me. You’re scary when you do this shit.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Then don’t ask questions because I won’t lie to you.”

“How about you tell me I wouldn’t like the answers to my question and I’ll let it slide instead?” he suggested.

“That should work I guess.”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “You better make it work if you don’t wanna sleep on the couch,” he griped and folded his hands across his chest.

Jungkook laughed out loud. “Come on, don’t be like that. You know I’ll do anything for you.”

Jimin smiled. “I know.”

Life was good.

***

Meeting Choi Yeonjun’s wife wasn’t in his plans, but Jimin had to see him once. Or more like he wanted to see Sungmin once. He was a great kid and Jimin was fond of him. He heard Yeonjun’s family was leaving Seoul. His wife had seemingly accepted a job offer in Daegu. One Jungkook arranged for her.

His car stopped in front of the moderate home in the decent part of the town. There was a loading truck outside and he saw men carrying furniture and boxes outside. Jimin took a deep breath. “Kangmin-ssi, wait for me here.”

“Yes, sir.”

He exited the car and went to the house. The front door was open and he could hear Mrs. Choi shouting orders from the inside. He rang the bell and waited.

“Mr. Park? What are you doing here?” Yeonjun’s wife came into view, confusion etched her features.

Jimin composed himself and smiled at him. “Heard you were moving.”

 “Teacher Park!” A joyful squeal greeted him before he could respond. Sungmin hugged his knees and Jimin knelt to hug him.

“Hey Sungmin-ah, how have you been?” he asked, caressing his cheek.

“I’m fine. Thank you. I missed you, Teacher Park. Why did you stop coming to school?” The boy pouted.

“I wasn’t well,” he replied. “I heard you’re moving. So I came to see you.”

“Oh, yes. My Papa got a new job. Mama says now he has to go away for some time. So we are moving to be with grandma.” The little boy bounced on his feet with a broad smile.

“Wow. That’s good.” Jimin lifted his gaze to meet the eyes of fuming Yeonjun before turning to the boy. “I brought you a farewell gift.” He handed the small gift box to Sungmin.

Sungmin accepted it with the same contagious smile. “Thank you, Teacher Park.” He turned to his mother and Jimin noticed she was pregnant. His breath caught in his throat. “Mama, look!”

She looked a bit uncomfortable but forced a smile. “It’s wonderful, sweetheart. Why don’t you go to your room and put it along with other things we were packing?”

“Sure.” He rushed inside and she straightened to meet Jimin’s gaze with a strained smile.

“You’re pregnant,” Jimin voiced out his thoughts. She shifted from one foot to the other. “I’m sorry for all the trouble you went through.” He gripped the strap of his bag in a tight grip. “I begged him to spare your husband’s life, but it still came at a cost of his reputation.”

Tears sprang free of her eyes.

Jimin gave her a tight-lipped smile. “I know I’m the last person you want to see now but I came to give you this.” He opened his bag to reach for the dossier. “Sungmin is a bright student. He has a bright future ahead.” He handed the documents to her. “I heard a few schools refused to take him in so I called in a favor. Jeon Corporation will cover all his education expenses.” She wiped her tears and sifted through the documents. “I didn’t know you were…expecting.” He reached for his wallet and pulled his business card. “Feel free to contact me once the child is born. I’ll be happy to help you in any way possible.” He reached for another envelope. It had some money he’d saved over the years. “It’s not much,” he said giving it to her. “I heard the court froze his bank accounts. There is…um…enough to cover your maternity. But yeah, like I said feel free to contact me if you need anything else.”

She lunged at him, hugging him tightly as the dam broke. Her body shook violently. Jimin held her, rubbing her back gently. It took a while to calm her down, but when she did she looked at him gratefully.

“Thank you.” She pulled away, hugging the documents over her protruding belly. “I-I was so afraid. I told him. Begged him to stay away from the Dragons. He wouldn’t listen,” she sniffled. “Every day I lived in fear wondering when I would hear that…” She bit her lip to suppress the sobs. “Thank you for sparing him. I know his jail time is a small price he has to pay, but at least my children will have their father. As long as he’s alive we will be fine.”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Choi. I wish it didn’t have to be like this.”

She smiled sadly. “I have no hard feelings against you or Mr. Jeon. You’re generous, Mr. Park. You didn’t have to do any of this but you did. For that, we’ll forever be grateful. So, thank you.”

He squeezed her hand gently. “You’re welcome.” His heart was finally at peace now that he had met her. “I’ll on my way then. You have my word. Call me if you need anything.”

She nodded and walked him to the door. Sungmin came back and he bid farewell to his dear student before he got in his car and drove off.

The next stop was the prison to meet Choi Yeonjun. Once again it wasn’t in his plans, but he thought he needed to talk to the guy.

Yeonjun wasn’t pleased to see him. Jimin’s influence allowed them a private meeting. He was internally amazed at how influential Jungkook actually was. The former inspector wasn’t thrilled to meet him. His face twisted with distaste as he took a seat in front of Jimin.

“Yeonjun-ssi,” Jimin greeted politely. “How have you been?”

“Well, how do I look, asshole?” Yeonjun growled. “You and that motherfucker did this.”

Jimin sighed. “I warned you.”

“Why are you here, Park?” He clenched his fists.

Jimin took a deep breath. “I’ll cut to the chase, Yeonjun-ssi. I know you’re working with someone again.” The former inspector sucked in a sharp breath and that was all the confirmation he needed. “I don’t interfere with Jungkook’s business. Never have and never will,” he added. “But I met your wife and your son this morning.”

“What?” Yeonjun jumped to his feet. “What did you do to them?” He lunged for him only to be held back by two policemen, who were loyal to the Dragons.

“You didn’t tell me your wife is pregnant.”

His eyes widened. “Stay away from them, you asshole!” He thrashed in their hold. “I’ll fucking kill you.”

“How are you gonna protect them when you can’t even protect yourself?” Jimin crossed his leg at his knee.

“This is not a fucking game, Park Jimin. They know nothing. Leave my family out of this.”

“Sit,” Jimin said calmly.

“Why did you go there?”

“I said sit.”

The policemen forced him to sit on the chair and Yeonjun sneered at Jimin.

“Did you know the court froze your bank accounts? Your family is basically starving at this point.”

All the fight seemed to leave the inspector at that. “You caused this,” he said shakily. “You ruined my life.”

“I warned you, didn’t I? I told you to drop it, but did you listen?” Jimin’s gaze was hard as he folded his hands across his chest. “You were so obsessed with your job that you failed to consider your family’s safety and wellness. You stoop as low as to reveal the identity of a victim of a horrible crime to the public. Shame on you, Yeonjun.”

“Tell me what you did to my family?” Yeonjun asked again. “Tell me, dammit!”

“Jungkook offered a job for your wife in Daegu. She accepted it and is moving out today.” Yeonjun stared wide-eyed as Jimin continued, “The schools refused to admit your son knowing your reputation. So I had to step in and got him admission, made sure all his education expenses are covered. Then I realized your wife is pregnant so I left her enough money to take care of themselves for a while.”

The former inspector continued to stare at him.

“I’m here to warn you one last time, Yeonjun. Jungkook isn’t known for his mercy. I was able to spare your life once, but it won’t be the case the next time.” His features hardened. Yeonjun was silent. Jimin stood and grabbed his bag. “Let’s not meet again. Goodbye.”

And he walked out with his head held high. His job here was done. He did what he thought he had to do, the rest was up to Yeonjun to decide. He would reap what he sow.

***

Jimin had heard a lot about Spain, but seeing it in person definitely was a different experience. With its scenic beauty and its vast coastline, the country was astonishing. Jimin had his cheek plastered to the car window, eying everything with extreme enthusiasm.

“It’s so beautiful,” he chirped, not even sparing a glance at Jungkook who was looking at him with a fond smile.

“It is. You will love our home even more,” Hoseok said from the driver’s seat. He had picked them both from the airport and was now driving them toward the Jeon mansion.

“Mom went to college here. She fell in love with the country so much that she chose this place to retire,” Jungkook explained.

Jimin nodded enthusiastically, not peeling his eyes off from the passing scenery. Hoseok drove slowly so he could soak up everything. The city scenes faded to reveal more coastlines nestled along the valley of the mountain. After a thirty-minute drive down the road, they arrived at a Mediterranean villa.

“Welcome home, Jiminie.” Hoseok smiled. “This home is Mr. Jeon’s wedding gift to Mrs. Jeon. It has seven bedrooms, six bathrooms and offers direct access to one of the best beaches in Marbella. And it’s private.”

“Whoa.” Jimin’s eyes widened. “It’s so big.”

Soon they were parking in front of the beautiful villa and Jimin jumped out without waiting for anyone to open the door. His breath caught in his throat.

“Come on, Strawberry. Let’s go in.” Jungkook led him inside with a hand on his lower back.

The main level boasted a spectacular entrance hall.

“Welcome home, Master Jeon.” An older-looking man greeted with a warm smile. “Mr. and Mrs. Jeon are waiting outside by the swimming pool. Would you prefer a house tour before heading out for a brunch?”

“Sure. You can leave us, Dante. I’ll show him around first and we will be there to meet mom and dad,” Jungkook said. The man, Dante, left with a curt bow. “Come on, love.” Jungkook led him further into the house. “This is the living room.”

The living area featured striking vaulted ceilings with elegant hardwood floors, exposed wooden beams, and a European fireplace. The refined modern furnishing complimented the space perfectly.

“These are guest suites. It comes with a private balcony and direct access to the pool area.”

Jimin spotted the stunning Mediterranean garden, a wooden deck, a Balinese gazebo, and a covered outdoor kitchen with a dining zone and a fire pit. He was still in awe. “Wow. This place is like a dream.”

“There is also a Turkish bath, sauna, hydro-massage shower, heated indoor pool, gym, and…a massage room.”

Jimin chuckled. The villa had two levels—ground level and lower level. The lower level hosted a dedicated entertainment space complete with a wine cellar, bar, billiard room, and home cinema. He was breathless when they finally arrived at Jungkook’s room.

This room screamed Jungkook with its interior. It wasn’t much different from that of their home. Definitely, Jungkook had it redesigned to fit his tastes. This too came with a private balcony, indoor pool access, and a stunning view of not only the garden but the beach as well. It was beautiful. Their luggage was already inside laid beside the bed because Jimin insisted on unpacking himself.

“Do you like it here?”

“I’m loving it.” Jimin beamed.

“Are you hungry, baby? You didn’t eat anything on the flight.” Jungkook hugged him from the bag, kissing his cheek.

“Yeah. Let’s go eat. I don’t wanna keep them waiting.”

Jungkook released him and took his hand to intertwine their fingers. He led him through the hallway and then outside to the pool area he hadn’t seen before. “There are two pools,” Jungkook explained as if sensing his thoughts. “This one overlooks the beach. The evenings are beautiful here.”

“Ah, Jimin!” Jungkook’s mother jumped to her feet. “Finally, we meet. You look so lovely.” She sauntered toward him with a bright smile. He could see where Jungkook got his smile from. She was a lot shorter than him. Maybe around five foot three or four. She stood on her tiptoes to pull him into a hug.

Jimin returned her hug. They’d gotten closer in the past months. “I’m so happy to finally meet you, Mama.”

“Hello Jimin,” another voice greeted and he released Jungkook’s mother to greet his sister, who was a spitting image of their mother.

“Hello, nice to meet you.” He hugged her. “Thanks for allowing Hoseok hyung to stay with us. I know he retired but came back because of me.”

“It’s nothing.” She patted his back. “You’re family, Jiminie. We always have each other’s back, don’t we?”

Jimin nodded as he pulled away. “Hyung is a great friend. It’s a pleasure to get to know him closely. I’m thankful for everything he did.”

Her smile widened. He released her completely just as Jungkook put a hand on his lower back again, nudging him gently. He looked behind everyone to see an older man watching their interaction fondly. He looked like an older version of Jungkook and Jimin felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him.

“I hate him. I hate them all. My dad died because of him.”

Jimin helplessly tried to comfort his best friend. “Shin-ah, don’t say that. They can hear you.”

“I don’t care.” He cried. “They’re bad people.”

“They didn’t kill your dad,” Jimin tried to explain with what little knowledge he possessed. He overheard his parents talking in the kitchen last night. “Cobras are bad people. They’re the ones who killed your dad.”

“But these people have guns. They’re bad people too, Jiminie.” Shin sobbed.

His mother watched helplessly from the doorway as she mourned her husband’s death. She tried to calm him earlier but he wouldn’t listen. Shin’s dad worked for the Dragons. And the mafia boss had come to offer his condolences that morning.

Jimin was shocked to see Jeon Jiwon in person. He’d only seen him on TV before. His dad had told him he was the leader of the Dragons. He called him a kingpin though Jimin didn’t understand what it meant. He thought it must be something important. His best friend, Shin had run into his room after screaming at the men to get out of their home.

They lived in a place where two big gangs shared borders. The snakes as the locals addressed the Cobras were vile and dangerous. Even a child knew to avoid them at any cost. They had no mercy. Jimin grew up witnessing their atrocities so he knew the Dragons weren’t as bad as the Cobras. They sure had their shortcomings but they had kept their people safe from the Cobras.

“Not everyone who carries a weapon is bad, Shin-ah,” he said. “You remember the drama we watched the other day? The one where the King and his men carry weapons?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Shin answered with a sob.

“They fight bad people to keep everyone safe, right?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“This is something like that,” Jimin said, finally able to stop Shin from crying.

“So these people are like the King and his men?” Shin was two years younger than him and was only seven. Still too young to understand the difference.

Jimin nodded and he hoped he was right. All his childhood brain could think was that the Dragons protected them. The Cobras attacked his dad on his way home from work one day and it was the Dragons who saved him that day. Jimin remembered that night from a year ago so clearly when his father came home with a bandage on his head and arm in a sling. He had said he wouldn’t be home if it wasn’t for the Dragons and it had embedded strongly in his mind.

This morning after Shin had run inside, he saw the mafia boss assuring Shin’s mother that the Dragons would take care of all their expenses and her children’s education. Bad people didn’t do good things, right?

“Yes. My dad once said he’s the kingpin. And he’s here to help you. You can’t say these things to them, Shin-ah.”

The boy nodded mutely. “Should I say sorry?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

Jimin followed him outside and watched with a smile as Shin apologized to Mr. Jeon before running back to his mother.

“You’re a smart one. You spoke wisely.” Mr. Jeon approached him with a warm smile. “What’s your name, son?”

“Park Jimin.”

The man nodded. “How old are you?”

“I’m nine, sir.”

He laughed. The man looked so handsome in real life and Jimin was in awe. He admired the way the man carried himself. “Ah, a polite one too. You know I have a son. He’s younger than you, only seven. I have a feeling that you two will be best friends.”

Jimin’s eyes widened. “Does he go to my school?”

“He goes to a different school,” Mr. Jeon said. “But I can arrange for you both to meet sometime.”

“Really?” Jimin asked with his childhood enthusiasm. “I like making friends.”

“I’m sure he’d like that too.” Mr. Jeon patted his cheek. “See you late, Park Jimin.”

“Goodbye, sir.”

“Park Jimin,” the man greeted, pulling Jimin from his thoughts. “Nice to meet you again. Still as wise as the day we met, eh?”

Jimin gasped in surprise. “You remember me?”

“Of course.” He came toward him, opening his arms widely. “I don’t forget a face, Jimin, especially not when you made such an impression on me.”

Jimin walked into his arms, hugging him briefly. The man was as tall as Jungkook with a similar build only older. He stepped back with a smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you again, sir.”

“Call me Papa. You’re family now.” He patted his shoulder. “When I met you all those years ago, I thought it’d be great to have a friend like you by my son’s side. I couldn’t fulfill my promise because of some ongoing issues that threatened the safety of my family and the next thing I knew you left Busan.” He sighed. “But look at you both now. Destiny has brought you both together and this time it’s even better. Imagine my surprise when I found out my son’s boyfriend is none other than the same boy I met twenty-some years ago.”

Jimin smiled, casting a sideways glance at Jungkook who looked surprised.

“So he’s the Park boy you kept telling me about,” Jungkook asked.

“The one and only.”

“How long have you known?” Jungkook asked again.

“Since you both met again.”

“But dad you didn’t say anything.”

His father shrugged. “You were both adults. It’s your relationship. Whatever it is, you have to figure it out yourself. It’s none of my business.”

Jungkook sighed. “That makes sense.” He then glanced at Jimin lovingly. “I guess we worked out everything for better.”

Jimin smiled and leaned into him, feeling Jungkook press his lips to the side of his head. The brunch that followed was such a delightful affair. As he mingled with Jungkook’s family, Jimin realized he loved it here. It was everything he could ask for.

He had a family who loved him dearly, a boyfriend who would go to any extent for him. As he watched Jungkook and Hoseok joking at something he thought there was nothing more he wanted in his life than being a part of them.

***

“Are you sure you’re not missing me?” he teased Hannah.

The eighteen-year-old laughed, revealing her pearly teeth. Her new hair color was vibrant just like her. “Of course, I miss you both, oppa. But I love it here,” she said through his iPad screen.

“Okay, I gotta go. My classes start in an hour.” She waved at the screen.

“Sure, sweetheart. Talk to you later.” Jimin smiled.

“Oh, tell Taehyung oppa that I still want that Gucci jacket he lost to me in a bet.”

Jimin laughed. “Good luck with that.”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s either that or I’m using Jungkookie oppa’s card again.”

“Brat.”

She waved at him excitedly. “Bye!”

The call ended and Jimin put his iPad aside with a soft smile. Hannah had left for France soon after her high school graduation. After the incident with the media, her budding relationship with that boy had fallen through the cracks and she decided to move on and start fresh. When she told Jimin what she wanted, he didn’t think twice before saying yes.

She wanted to pursue fashion and so he enrolled her in one of the prestigious universities. Jungkook’s sister took her under her wing for an internship program that paid her expenses as well. So, Hannah was exploring this new side of her Jimin admired. She was so strong for someone who went through hell and Jimin was damn so proud of the woman she was becoming.

“Baby, did you see my glasses?”

Jimin turned around to see Jungkook searching for his aviator glasses that were still on his head. He shook his head with a smile as he walked toward him. “It’s on your head, darling.”

Jungkook patted his head and smiled sheepishly. “There it is. So are you up for tonight’s date?” He grabbed his waist, pecking his lips with a smile.

“Yes. Always.”

“I’ll pick you up from the studio as usual.” He leaned for a kiss which Jimin eagerly returned. He’d finally opened his dance studio and it was growing. He enjoyed what he did.

“Okay.” He leaned back to smile lovingly at his fiancé. They have been engaged for almost a year and life had been wonderful as ever. Their love for each other only seemed to grow with time.

“Bye, Strawberry.”

“Bye, my love.” He walked Jungkook to the door, waving at him until the car disappeared from his view.

***

Paris.

The City of Love has always fascinated him. He was in love with the city from what he had seen and heard. It was finally their wedding night. After months of anticipation, Jungkook was finally his in every sense.

When Jungkook suggested Paris for the occasion after a lavish wedding in their new beachside villa adjacent to Jungkook’s family home in Spain that morning, Jimin didn’t think twice. It sounded perfect.

Jungkook had booked a private jet for their two-hour flight and whisked him away as soon as the small reception ended. He knew Paris wasn’t the last stop. Jungkook had a few more cities in his mind but Jimin let him plan it.

Planning and executing their wedding alone was exhausting. Fortunately, Jimin had all the support he needed. Getting everyone in one place at the same time was no easy feat. But he pulled it off.

He asked Hoseok to be his best man while Taehyung by default was Jungkook’s. Jungkook’s dad volunteered to walk him down the aisle and for that he was grateful. They had connected more deeply after their first meeting in Spain.

Now, Jimin was truly an integral part of the family and he took his role seriously. That included a mandatory family get-together at least once every three months. Not to mention it also gave him a reason to visit Spain as much as possible. He’s fallen in love with the country so much that Jungkook had bought him a villa as their wedding present following the footsteps of his father.

Jimin unplugged the soapy water from the tub and stood to wash off with a contented sigh. That was refreshing. His heart fluttered when he dried off. The single diamond in his platinum wedding band glinted when it caught the light. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. His skin had that happy glow that only a happy partner could provide.

He eyed the velvet nightgown he laid out on the counter. The wine red ensemble came with a fancy boxer designed specifically for men. His cheeks flared upon the thought of wearing it for his husband. It was a gift from Taehyung among the other stuff he personally packed for their honeymoon.

He was nervous. Maybe that had something to do with the surprise he’d planned months in advance. He took a deep breath turning around to eye his newly inked skin. It was no easy feat to keep his sex-hungry husband away. But he’d used the wedding preparations as a perfect camouflage and Taehyung helped a great deal in hiding this.

The beautiful dragon inked in his back was a perfect match of Jungkook’s dragon. It wasn’t big, but it wasn’t small either. It started in the middle of his shoulder blades, running down his spine and the tip of the tail dipping into the crack of his ass. However, unlike Jungkook’s tattoo, this one was all black and its body curled around a lot of red flowers.

Jimin fell in love with the design when he first spotted it six months ago. But he had to plan carefully. So he’d of course reached out to Taehyung who was a master of planning things. Jungkook’s business trip abroad two months before the wedding provided a perfect window of opportunity and Jimin went for it. It was hard to sneak behind Jungkook but he managed it perfectly with his soulmate’s help.

He hadn’t allowed Jungkook to see him fully naked and when they made love, he made sure Jungkook took him from the front or he rode him. Jungkook was puzzled when Jimin refused to allow him to clean him after and ran to the shower instead. His husband as usual allowed it because he couldn’t say no to him. After two months, today he would finally reveal it to his husband.

Jimin was still shy but they’d already explored so much that one might think he was used to it. But sex with Jungkook was always intense and every time it was different. His body already began to heat up and his stomach tightened with anticipation. He thought of prepping himself beforehand but he loved it more when Jungkook did it so he left that out.

He took his time to moisturize his skin before dressing in the nightgown that ended just below his knees, but the deep neckline revealed the smooth skin of his chest. He secured his favorite Chanel necklace around his neck and combed his now platinum blonde hair away from his face to reveal the undercut.

When he finally stepped out of the bathroom, his breath hitched noticing all the scentless candles that littered the floor. A piece of sensual music he didn’t recognize played in the background. It must be from one of Jungkook’s favorite western artists. He let his gaze scan the room, taking in everything.

The curtains were drawn open to the floor-to-ceiling windows, which offered a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower in its nighttime glory. The gold lights shone brighter and sparkled as if reflecting his mood.

There was Champagne and red wine along with a fancy platter of fruits and snacks. But what he was most interested in was the man who lay out on the bed as if he owned the place. His predatory glare was fixated on Jimin. Jungkook wore one of his black velvet nightgowns that were left open to reveal his delicious abs and tattoos. His hair was once again tied into a ponytail with a few strands cascading around his face. The white sheets filled with red rose petals were such a contrast to his presence.

Jimin swallowed. The butterflies in his stomach fluttered. They had early dinner and he was thankful his stomach wasn’t full. Because with the way his insides were churning he didn’t think he’d be able to stand it longer.

You have done this a lot of times, Jimin. Get it together. He scolded himself and sank his teeth into his bottom lip.

“Come here,” Jungkook called, his deep voice sent shivers down his spine.

Jimin slowly made his way to the bed, slipping his hand into Jungkook’s palm. He pulled him gently toward him and Jimin went willingly.

“Stunning,” Jungkook mumbled as Jimin climbed over him to straddle his lap. His nightgown fell open to reveal his toned thighs. “Your beauty leaves me tongue-tied, baby. No matter how many times I’ve had you, it’s never enough.”

Jungkook always knew how to say the right things. With him, Jimin felt wanted. The effect he had on him boosted his ego. Jimin was the reason for this reaction. And it felt wonderful. It made him feel confident even. A shudder ran through his body as he ran his cold fingertips along his thighs.

“Wanna devour you tonight,” Jungkook whispered, his gaze sliding through every inch of Jimin, whose palms were on Jungkook’s body, tracing his obliques. 

Jungkook was so beautiful, stunningly handsome. He was a mixture of sexy and cute who could switch duality in a blink of an eye. Right now, he was so breathtakingly handsome that Jimin forgot to breathe. He leaned forward wanting to cup his face, touch him and kiss him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. The nervousness he felt a while ago had melted into the pure need to be under Jungkook’s mercy. “Want you.” He trailed his lips over his smooth cheek. “Want everything you give me. Want all of you. Want to feel you inside me, outside and everywhere.” He unconsciously rolled his hips. “In all the way possible.” He teased the skin on his neck, placing open-mouthed kisses under his ear just the way Jungkook liked.

Jungkook gripped his thigh tighter, blunt nails digging into his pale skin. “How do you want it, baby?”

“Slow, fast…I don’t know.” Jimin’s breathing was growing heavier, drunk by Jungkook’s heat and addicting scent that was a mix of his favorite shower gel and cologne. “Just…Do anything. Anything.”

“I’ve got you, baby.” Jungkook pressed a hand on his back, pulling him flush to his chest as he buried his face into the crook of his neck. “You smell so good.” The hand on his thigh traveled up to cup his ass, squeezing the flesh once.

Jimin moaned softly. “Wanna kiss you,” he murmured. “All over you.” Heat coiled in his belly and he was already hard. The ache continued to grow. He ran his hand over Jungkook’s chest as he continued to kiss and suck on his neck.

Jungkook groaned. “Fuck it feels so good,” he encouraged. “Keep going, baby.”

Jimin kissed down his chest, flicking his tongue at his hardened nipple. Jungkook gasped, his hand on his ass, squeezing tighter. He used his other hand to untie Jimin’s nightgown, sliding the velvety material down to reveal his shoulder. Cold air brushed his skin, but Jungkook covered it soon with his lips. He dug his fingers into Jimin’s hair, tugging gently.

Jimin grew bolder. He teased the other nipple before running his tongue over the ropes of his muscles. He wanted to do this for so long. But tonight the mood was just right. Or perhaps it was the liquid courage from the two glasses of wine he had during dinner. Maybe it was now different because they were married.

His seeking fingers traced the outline of his dragon tattoo. He kissed the eyes of the dragon, licking down the red scales of its body. He paused to gently nibble at his inked skin only to kiss the spot and once again resuming his action to trace the tattoo. His tattoo always fascinated him.

He slid down Jungkook’s body, his erection brushing on Jungkook’s thigh. His husband was already hard under his boxers. Jimin licked his lips, his hooded gaze meeting Jungkook’s lust-filled ones briefly asking for permission. Jungkook nodded. His jaw was clenched and the hand on Jimin’s hair pushed him down gently.

Jimin kissed his hip, sucking a bruise over his hip bone. He traced the followed the tail, hooking a finger in his boxer and sliding the material down. Jungkook lifted his hips, allowing him to free his cock. He was already leaking precum and Jimin licked his lips. As much as he wanted to take him inside his mouth immediately he stalled it purposefully.

He continued to kiss down his thigh, following the spiked tail as he slid the material down. Jungkook was breathing harder, his eyes narrowed and lips parted. Jimin straightened and help him get rid of his boxers before straddling a thigh.

When he finally took him into his mouth, Jungkook’s hand was back on his hair. Jimin grabbed the base of his cock, gently running his tongue around the tip of his cock and teasing the slit. Jungkook jerked his hip, but he could tell his husband was trying hard not to thrust up into his mouth. But Jimin wanted that. Wanted Jungkook to fuck his throat.

He sucked his cock earnestly, licking and kissing at the tip before bending forward to take him deeper. Jimin went slow, relaxing his throat until his nose touched Jungkook’s pelvis. He planted both his palms on his thigh and lifted his gaze.

Jungkook’s eyes widened with understanding and soon smirked. His grip on his hair tightened on his hair and he began to thrust up slowly at first as if testing waters. Jimin moaned, feeling the head of the cock hitting the back of his throat. He relaxed as much as possible and moaned deeply when Jungkook lifted his leg he was straddling to rub it against his erection.

From there, it was all a blur. Jimin’s eyes rolled back to his head. He rolled his hip as he took Jungkook deeper in his mouth. He hollowed his cheek, making it as good as possible for his husband. Tears streamed down his cheek, saliva dripped out of the corner of his mouth and his face was so hot. He rolled his hip in time with the thrusts and the friction was so good. He continued to ride his husband’s leg, the pressure growing to the near explosion.

Jungkook’s unguarded moans spurred him on. He didn’t know how long they’d been going at it because he was so lost in pleasure and all the emotions that were overwhelming him. Soon Jungkook was shooting his hot release down his throat with a warning. Jimin swallowed it, some spilling out and dripping down his chin. He pulled away to gulp more air into his lungs.

When he wiped his face in his sleeves to finally look up at his husband, he was looking at him with pure desire. “That was so fucking good, baby.” His hand was still in his hair. He used the other hand to grip his chin and pulled him closer. “My turn.”

He crashed their lips together and Jimin moaned. Jungkook kissed him deeply. The kiss wasn’t too slow or too fast. It was passionate and full of their unspoken desire. Jimin followed Jungkook’s lead, allowing him to dominate his mouth. He opened it immediately when Jungkook licked the seam of his lips.  

It was so perfect for Jimin just like everything else. The grip on his hair was painfully tight, but Jimin loved it. Jungkook suddenly tugged at his hair, forcing him to bare his neck before latching onto his skin.

Jimin moaned out loud. He rolled his hip seeking friction. He was so close to release earlier but Jungkook had pulled him before he’d gotten his release. “J-Jungkook,” he whimpered, his hips bucking and pleading for release. “Please…”

Jungkook flipped them so Jimin was on his back. His husband stared at his underwear for a moment. “Fuck!” he cursed. “This looks so good on you. But you look better without it.” He tugged it down his hip and then down his legs before throwing it somewhere on the floor.

Jimin gripped the sheets, spreading his legs and pleading Jungkook with his eyes. His husband caught the memo and took him into his mouth. Jimin cried out. His hips thrust up involuntarily and it took less than a dozen thrust before he came undone with a cry. Usually, his husband would pin his hips down restricting his movements, but tonight was different.

Jungkook licked him clean and kissed him down to suck one of his balls into his mouth. His intention was clear when he felt Jungkook’s breath on his entrance. “Wait!” Jimin pushed at his shoulder.

Jungkook lifted his head, looking disoriented. “What is it, baby?”

Jimin pulled away, scrambling back until he was free of Jungkook’s grasp, and turned around to kneel. “T-This way, please…”

Jungkook moved to hug him from behind. “My baby wants me to take him from behind.”

Jimin nodded, his eyes falling shut when Jungkook nibbled at his neck. “I-I have something f-for you,” he gasped when Jungkook sucked harder at his skin.

“Yeah. And what’s that, baby?”

“U-Undress me,” Jimin whispered. “S-Slowly.”

Jungkook pulled away and Jimin opened his eyes to realize the headboard of the bed had a mirror. He could also see the reflection of the Eiffel Tower this way. His breath hitched. Perfect. This way he could see Jungkook’s reaction.

Their gazes locked through the mirror and Jungkook slid the gown slowly down his shoulder. He tore his gaze away to look at his back and Jimin knew the moment his husband spotted his surprise. His jaw went slack and his eyes went wider.

“Wow.”

He uncovered the rest of the skin so slowly, revealing every inch of his skin patiently.

“Do you like it?” Jimin asked in a breathy whisper.

“A dragon.” Jungkook threw the nightgown away, tracing the tattoo with the tip of his fingers. “So perfect,” he whispered. Their gazes locked again. “It’s so beautiful, baby. You got it for me?” His gaze flicked to the tattoo again. “I love it.” He ran his hands along his sides before applying gentle pressure on his shoulder blade to press him down.

Jimin went on all fours willingly and now he could see Jungkook’s tattoo clearly. It was just as he imagined. The tattoos would meet every time they were joined, Jungkook’s front to his back, such a perfect compliment.

“I love these flowers,” Jungkook murmured. “So perfect on my queen.” His eyes were lit up with that fire again. He bent to kiss down Jimin’s spine and ran his tongue along the lines of his tattoo. He kissed every inch of Jimin’s back, hands tracing wherever he could reach.

Jimin moaned softly, burying his face into the pillow and anticipating what was to come. It felt so good already. The release had only taken the edge off after going without sex for almost a week. He planned it that way so he could make this wedding night special for both of them. He wanted Jungkook as riled up as possible.

When Jungkook finally reached the curve of his ass, he pressed a kiss to his lower back before gripping his ass to reveal Jimin’s puckering hole for his eyes.

“Always beautiful.” He put his mouth on him, kissing him very intimately. He licked around the rim and sucked on it that had Jimin letting out a litany of moans.

“Ah!” He arched his back. “Oh, Jungkookie…”

And Jungkook gave him the best rim job, slipping his tongue through the tight rope of muscles and massaging his insides. Jimin was lost to the overwhelming sensation. He didn’t realize when he had slipped in a finger along with his tongue. When he curled his finger, Jimin cried out in pleasure.

“Oh, God!”

“Jungkook…”

“Oh…”

“Please…”

“F-Feels…oh—”

He stopped Jungkook when it became too much. “S-Stop. Inside,” he panted. “Inside please.”

Jungkook pulled away and wiped his mouth in his sleeves before discarding the robe of his nightgown. He thrust his lubed fingers back inside, scissoring him as he used his other hand to stroke his already hard erection.

“Look up, sweetheart,” he crooned. “Look in the mirror.”

Jimin did and his breath hitched. What a sight. His tattoo was perfectly visible in this position. He watched in amazement as Jungkook removed his fingers to slick his cock with more lube and line it with his entrance. He thrust in slowly, stretching him carefully. Their gazes locked in the mirror, Jimin flushed red. It felt too intimate and right.

Jungkook leaned to kiss his nape before gripping his hair and tugging at it so Jimin arched his neck just as Jungkook dug his fingers into his hip. “Watch,” his husband muttered as he pulled out. The head of the cock caught his rim before he slammed back inside.

Jimin let out a strangled moan. From there Jungkook set a merciless pace, fucking into him fast and rough. He angled his hips a few times to hit the spot that had Jimin jolt. Jimin was pinned in place, unable to move even if he wanted to and he loved it. It felt so good.

Jungkook suddenly released Jimin and pulled him flush to his chest. He splayed his palm over Jimin’s chest holding him close. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he purred in his ear. “So perfect for me.”

Jimin lifted his hand, sinking his fingers into Jungkook’s hair, pulling some of the strands free of his ponytail as he craned his head to lock their lips. It put a strain on his neck but he didn’t care. This moment was so perfect. He was happy.

“I love you, Jungkookie,” he murmured against his husband’s lips. “I love you so much.”

“You’re my everything and more, baby,” Jungkook replied. “My beautiful husband.” He pecked his lips. “My queen.”

“Yours.” Jimin’s body bounced with the force of each calculated thrust that sent Jungkook’s cock deeper inside him, hitting all the right spots. His crescendo moans drifted around them, the bed creaking with their movements.

In the mirror, the gold sheen of sparkling lights covered the Eiffel tower perfectly complimenting Jimin’s mood as he saw stars with his release. Jungkook followed with a couple of more thrusts. Nothing could have been perfect than this moment.

But the night was only beginning for the young couple. As they began the new episode in their life, tangled in the sheets in the backdrop of the Eiffel Tower, the stars twinkled, promising only the best things for the couple.

The End.

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