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The bowl of oatmeal stands cold on the kitchen table.

For the third time this week, this has been Jimin’s meal. No milk, no sugar, no fruit. Just pure bland oatmeal, and Jimin can’t stomach to eat another bite. He just paid off his rent, utilities, and some the debt his family owes, and nothing was left to buy groceries. All’s that left in his kitchen are a few pieces of stale bread, a thin slice of butter, and the oatmeal he’s been feeding off.  

He checked the time – it was 6:30 AM. He snapped out of his thoughts and prepared himself for his 7:30 AM shift in the coffee shop. He gulped down a huge amount of water, to compensate for the lack of breakfast. He hated going to work hungry. He hopped in the bathroom to take a quick shower. The water ran cold, but he braved through it. He doesn’t want to pay for a huge electric bill. After he showered, he tried to tidy up his room and his whole apartment. He’s always sweeping a corner in his living room – slash – bedroom as the ceiling above it is starting to fall apart. He lived in a studio room in a run-down apartment complex. It was located in the outskirts of the Gangnam area in Seoul. Despite the wealth that surrounds him, he is living poorly.

Jimin lived in Busan – his hometown with his mom and dad. His father is a jobless drunkard and a gambler, who is very ill-tempered. His mom works as a factory worker and bore the brunt of his father’s anger. He squandered all of their mom’s meager income towards his gambling addiction. This is the reason why Jimin is neck-deep in debts. He knows his mother cannot pay all of his father’s debts with her salary, and he decided to step-up and help her. Jimin was not supposed to leave Busan. He can pretend his father does not exist and just go on with his life, but one incident pushed him to run away from home.

Jaesung was a classmate in high school. He was kind, soft-spoken, and very attentive. Him and Jimin grew close, until they confessed each other’s feelings. They were sharing a kiss near the school’s bookstore when Jimin was yanked off of Jaesung. He looked up and saw his father’s livid face. His father slapped the daylights out of him, yelling degrading words while he’s at it.

“You worthless piece of shit! I did not raise a fucking faggot!”

He dragged Jimin all the way home. At home, he continued the assault. He punched Jimin everywhere he can. When his mom tried to intervene, she was slapped as well. His mother can only cry as Jimin is beaten to a pulp. He did not try to fight back. He took all of the beatings and all the insults thrown at him. He didn’t cry though he was badly hurt. In his mind, all he can think of is leaving home.

In the dead of the night while everyone in their house was soundly sleeping, Jimin left Busan. The first place he thought of going to is Seoul. He packed his belongings in his school backpack and stole money from his father’s wallet to fund for his fare. He left his mom a letter to let her know that he will be leaving home and not to worry about him. As painful as it is to leave his mother, Jimin figured it will be better that he has a stable job and a good living space before he offers to get his mother out of Busan.

What Jimin did not expect though, is how hard it is to live in a city where everyone is a stranger. He doesn’t know a soul in Seoul. It’s hard to find a high-paying job when you did not even finish high school. For a week, Jimin roamed the streets of Seoul, tired and hungry. He slept on the streets and asked for scraps of food. He felt so disheartened and alone, that the thought of ending it all seemed like a better choice.

He finally found a job in a coffee shop when the café’s owner took pity on him. The owner, Seokjin found Jimin sleeping outside the shop one morning when he was opening it. Seokjin took him inside and fed him, seeing that Jimin looked cold and hungry. Jimin told him he doesn’t have a home, and that he was looking for a job in the city. Seokjin offered him a job right away seeing how determined he is. He also offered their storeroom for Jimin to live in while he saves up for rent.

Which is why Jimin was never late for work, and never called in sick while he worked in the coffee shop. He felt like he owed his new life to Seokjin, and he will be forever thankful.

He arrived 10 minutes early before his shift. He lived 10 minutes away from the café, and he’s thankful that he only needs to walk; saving a huge amount from fare. Seokjin entrusted him with the café’s keys, and he’s the one to open the shop every morning. He prepped his workspace and made sure that the pastries are arranged in their display. Jihyo, his workmate in the café, arrived a few moments later.

“Good morning, Jimin oppa! My mom made a lot of breakfast this morning. I took some for you!”

Jihyo proceeded to unwrap the bento box she bought with her. Jihyo knew that Jimin struggled financially and in her own subtle way, she tries to help Jimin in any way she can. Bringing him breakfast almost daily was one way of helping him. Seokjin, the good employer that he is, provides their lunch. Giving them the reason that it was an ‘employee meal’ when in fact, it was his way of helping out Jimin.

“Thank you, Jihyo. You shouldn’t really bother your mom with this.”

“Oh, it’s nothing, Jimin! Come on, eat it while it’s warm. I’ll finish setting up the pastries.”

Jimin smiled and went to their breakroom to quickly eat. He finished just in time to join Jihyo in the café’s morning rush. The café was packed that day, but Jimin was able to pull through. He ended the shift with Seokjin urging him to bring home the leftover pastries from the shop. Jimin was thankful. He needs food so he can have energy to work later at the convenience store.

Aside from working in the coffee shop, Jimin also worked part-time in a convenience store just a few blocks from the café. He grabbed the opportunity one day, when he bought ramen and saw that they were hiring. He thought it was great to have additional income.

Sana was already working when he got in the convenience store. She greeted him while refilling the aisles in the store. Jimin was tasked to man the cashier. It’s usually slow during the night, and there are only a few customers going in and out of the store. Most of them just wanted a late-night snack or something to get rid of a hangover. Jimin usually just scrolls away in his mobile phone while waiting for customers. He noticed an ad in Naver that they need a part-time cleaner for a corporate building. The pay looked okay, and Jimin thinks he squeeze the job in between his shift in the coffee shop and convenience store. He applied for the job right away.

On second day after he applied for the cleaner job, he finally got a call, passed the job interview, and will start right away. At the coffee shop, Jihyo noticed Jimin rushing to change once their shift ended.

“Why are you in a rush, Jimin? Do you have somewhere to be?”

“Oh. I got another part-time job. It was too good an opportunity to be missed.”

Jihyo looks at him, confused. “You mean, you work three jobs now?”

“Yeah. I really needed the extra income.”

“Jimin, do you still get to sleep? You’re overworking yourself.”

“Of course, I can still sleep!”

The obvious dark circles around Jimin’s eyes are proof that he’s lying. Now that he has another part-time job, he will have less sleep. It will be tiring for sure, but the thought of helping his mom gives him more reasons to work more. Two months ago, his mom informed him that she finally separated from her father. This made Jimin happy. However, his father was hiding from the loan companies he was indebted to and as his spouse and guarantor, his mom is now being chased by the loan companies. So far, they have paid one-eighth of his father’s debts. There’s still more to pay, but Jimin tries to remain hopeful.

Jimin stepped inside the lavish building of Golden7 – the biggest IT company in Seoul. A middle-aged woman came to greet him in the lobby.

“You must be Jimin. My name is Soomin, and I’ll be guiding you on where you’ll be tasked to clean.”

She led Jimin towards the elevators and pressed the button for the 20^th floor.

“You are tasked to clean the toilets of the higher ups. The CEO of this company has his own ensuite toilet in his office, and you also need to clean that. Please keep in mind that the CEO is a meticulous person, and I expect that you thoroughly clean the toilet well.”

Soomin gave Jimin a uniform to wear while he worked and showed him where the cleaning supplies are located. Once Soomin left, Jimin made a little tour of the floor he’s assigned to. Most of the higher ups are not in their offices anymore, and he familiarized himself with where the toilets are located. He noted that only the CEO has his own toilet in his office. The rest of the higher ups uses a common toilet, which of course is much more elegant than the ones used by the lower-level employees. He started cleaning the toilets, scrubbing them as clean as he can. His work in the café doesn’t require elbow grease, and he knows his arms will be sore from all the scrubbing.

Once everything has been cleaned, Soomi returned to inspect Jimin’s work.

“You did a great job today, Jimin. The toilets look really clean. Smells good too.”

Jimin bowed his thanks to Soomi. He put his cleaning stuff away and started to prepare for his work at the convenience store. All his three jobs right now are just a few blocks away from each other, and Jimin is very thankful for that.

It’s been two weeks since Jimin accepted the part-time cleaner job. He can feel the tiredness and lack of sleep creeping in, and he feels light-headed from it all. Not to mention how he’s still broke despite all the work. The ceiling of his apartment finally collapsed and Jimin doesn’t have the time or money to have it fixed. His refrigerator remains empty, and so does his cupboards. Jimin can only afford food for a couple of days and after that, he would forego breakfast and dinner. His father’s loans are slowly being paid, but the interest for some of it keeps ballooning and both him and his mother can barely keep up with the payments. With the new cleaner job, he can only sleep for 4-5 hours a day. Sometimes, Jimin would just cry himself to sleep thinking why he ended up with this kind of life. If his father was not a drunkard and gambler, would his life turn around? If he had been accepting of his sexuality, would he be happier? Jimin is both broke and broken.

He barely made it to work this morning. With lack of breakfast and sleep, he tried to push through for today’s shift. Seokjin grew concerned on the noticeable changes on Jimin.

“Are you okay, Jimin? You look so tired. You can take the day’s off if you want to.”

“No, hyung, I’m okay! I can work today.”

Seokjin raised a brow. “Jimin, don’t you think you’re pushing yourself too hard? You’re not resting anymore. I can give you a week’s off if you want. Paid.”

“I’m really okay, hyung. I promise. Thank you.” Jimin smiled at Seokjin.

“You know you can always ask for help, right?”

“Yes, hyung. I know. Thank you so much.”

Seokjin rubbed his arm and walked away. He knows that Jimin hates asking for help, and he doesn’t want to push him too much. During their lunchtime, Seokjin gave him double portions of the meal. If Jimin doesn’t ask for help, at least he’ll do it his own way.

Jimin was able to push through his shift at the café. By the end of their shift, he felt so tired and sleepy that he’s thinking of not going to his cleaner job today. Just thinking about the loans, he has to pay has him slapping his face back to reality and head off to his work.

He can barely lift the bucket of water while cleaning the CEO’s ensuite toilet. He tried his best to be careful not to spill the water on the carpet of the office as he walks toward the toilet. He has not met the CEO of the company, but he knows how meticulous he is. It shows by how tidy he kept his office, and how he personally curated the furniture he used.

Jimin was scrubbing the toilet bowl when he felt faint. He shook his head vigorously to lift the fog of haze. He can feel his eyes starting to get heavy and his limbs becoming limp. It’s like his body wants him to lie down on the cold, tiled floor and shut down. He thought it was just his brain thinking and he was not really doing it physically. What he didn’t realize was he was now lying face-down on the toilet’s floor, blacked out from exhaustion.

Jungkook just finished an important business meeting. They just signed a contract to partner with another company to expand their business. He headed towards his office to relax and have a glass of whiskey before calling it a day. When he entered the office, the first thing he noticed was the door to his ensuite toilet open. He made it clear to whoever cleans the toilet must always close it after. He huffed a breath and proceeded to close the door. He did not expect to find a young man lying on his toilet floor. He tried to wake him up by prodding him with his foot, but the man will not rouse from his slumber. He rolled him over to his back, and he stilled when he saw the younger man’s face.

The man was beautiful. His cheeks look round and soft but has a strong chin and jaw. His cute button nose sits beautifully on the center of his face, adorned with a sprinkle of freckles. His eyelashes are long and dark, and Jungkook would love to see his eyes open. The most beautiful thing about the man though, is the pair of thick, luscious lips. It was pink, pillowy, and has a slight gloss to it. Probably from the lip balm the man used. Jungkook can’t help but think about those lips wrapped around his cock. He was now sporting a semi while looking at the man in front of him. He carried the man and placed him on his couch, waiting for him to wake up on his own.

Jimin opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. He tried to gather his thoughts but was interrupted with a deep voice.

“You’re finally awake.”

Jimin’s eyes opened wide and sat up. He was now face to face with the CEO of Golden7. He was sitting on his office chair, legs crossed with a smirk on his face. Jimin was lost for words. The CEO looked handsome but intimidating. He tried to open his mouth to apologize, but he was just opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. The CEO stood from his chair and started to walk towards Jimin. He pulled another chair and sat in front of him.

“So, you work as a cleaner here?”

“Y-yes, sir. I-I just started 2 weeks ago.”

“Why were you sleeping on my toilet floor?”

Jimin panicked. “Sir, I swear I wasn’t sleeping. I don’t know what happened. I probably passed out.”

“Passed out? Why? Did you clean the whole building to make you that tired?”

 “I-uhm. I work 3 jobs, sir.”

Jungkook was perplexed. “Why the hell would you work 3 jobs?”

Jimin thought there was no point in lying. He explained his situation to the CEO and told him his story. He may have left a few details, but he told everything as best as he can.

Jungkook was observing Jimin. The man was dirt poor, perpetually exhausted, and is a product of a dysfunctional family. It was a complete opposite of his life right now. Despite all of that, he can’t deny the attraction he has for the man. It was lust at first sight. Finding a woman or a man every week can be very tiring, whereas keeping just one partner will solve that problem. He decided he’ll offer the man a proposal to solve his financial woes.

“What’s your name, tiny?”

“Jimin, sir. My name is Park Jimin.”

“Jimin. Pretty name.” Jungkook liked the way the name rolled off his tongue.

“Listen here, Jimin. I have a proposal for you. I can offer you a better paying job. You can quit all your current jobs and work for me.”

“Really, sir? I-I have no experience working in an office, but I’m a fast learner.”

Jungkook let out a loud laugh.

“You stupid boy. An uneducated person like you doesn’t have a place here, of course. I’m offering you another job.”

Jimin’s face turned red, embarrassed by his assumption that he’ll get to work in a corporate office.

“What work are you offering me, sir?”

Jungkook took a deep breath and leaned towards Jimin.

“I can give you ten times of what you’re earning right now; all three jobs combined. All you have to do is be my booty call.”

“Booty call, sir? What’s that?”

Jungkook sighed but smirked after. Looks like he got himself an innocent one. Perfect.

“Booty call, Jimin. It means that I’ll get to call or message you to meet up for sex.”

Jimin was shocked. Sure, he was struggling, but the thought of selling his body for profit never crossed his mind. He wanted to cry. He felt so small. So belittled. He thought that he’ll be offered a better job, but this was worse than all his three jobs combined. Also, he’s a virgin. He may have kissed a boy before, but it never went beyond that. He rarely even touched himself.

“Well, what do you say, Jimin?”

Jimin snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Jungkook. He studied the CEO’s face carefully. Round, doe eyes. Chiseled jawline and cheekbones. A strong, curved nose. Thin, pink lips with a mole underneath. He’s a very attractive man, and very much out of Jimin’s league. He’s not sure why he chose him of all people. He can just choose someone rich or famous.

“I’m waiting for an answer, Jimin.”

The offer was tempting. He doesn’t have to go to three jobs with ten times the pay. He may need to lose his morals, but Jimin figured it really didn’t matter given the situation he’s in. He still wants to think about the offer, though.

“Sir, is it okay if I think about it?”

“Of course, Jimin. I’ll give you a week to think about it. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll find you.”

Jungkook went over to his desk and picked up his business card. He handed the card over to Jimin.

“Call or text me once you made up your mind. You’re free to go.”

With shaking hands, Jimin took the card from the CEO. He quickly pocketed the card, bowed, and walked out of the office as fast as he could. For the first time in his life, he called in sick for work. He knows he’s not in the right body and mind to work for his convenience store shift. He went straight home to his shabby little apartment and sat down on his bed.

His eyes roamed the inside of his apartment. The kitchen is empty of food, and the sink is becoming rusty. The small couch in the corner was once white but is now grayish in color. The paint on the walls are peeling off. The floorboards are starting to loosen and makes a creaking sound whenever you stepped on it. The mattress he was sleeping in is so thin, he can feel the floor beneath him. Everything in his apartment was falling apart. He can never afford to replace anything or have something repaired.

Jimin pulled out the card from his pocket. Jeon Jungkook. That was the name of the CEO. He thought about the proposal he was given. Money in exchange for sex. Ten times the pay of his three jobs combined. He calculated the money he’ll make with that proposal. He can move out of this dump of an apartment, he can pay a large chunk of his father’s debts every month, he can finally get his mom out of Busan, he can afford good food and clothing.

Jimin curled into a ball and cried. His life is hell. He’s been trying so hard to improve his way of living, but it’s been three years, and nothing has changed. In fact, it only gets worse over time. He’s working hard, but never has he tasted the fruits of his labor. Is it time to re-consider this offer, even if it means he has to stoop so low? He decides he will give it a few days before he makes his final decision.

It’s been two days since Jungkook met Jimin. He can’t stop thinking about it and hopes that Jimin will consider the offer. He wants to know more about Jimin’s life, that’s why he asked his right-hand man – Taehyung to run a background check on Jimin. It only took Taehyung a day to get all the information he can for Jimin. Taehyung threw a thick folder onto Jungkook’s desk.

“Park Jimin. 24 years old. Born October 13 in Busan. Did not complete his high school education. Parents are Sanghun and Misun Park. Dad’s a gambler and alcoholic, mom’s a factory worker. Dad has mountains of debts from people and loan companies and Jimin and his mom are paying everything. Jimin works in the Moon Café, 777 convenience store, and All Clean cleaning services. Lives in the outskirts of Gangnam. Checked the address, and he lives in a run-down apartment complex. Single. No kids. No siblings. Other information is there in the folder.”

“Good job as always, Taehyung. Thank you.”

Taehyung looked at him for a moment.

“Who’s this man? Why are you interested in him?”

“Hmmm…let’s just say that he will work for me soon.”

Taehyung raised his eyebrows at him. He knows that this will be a different kind of work. That man - Jimin obviously doesn’t have a place in this company. He shook his head and asked Jungkook if he still needs anything. Jungkook dismissed Taehyung and read the information in the folder.

Three days after their meeting, Jimin can’t stop thinking about the proposal. The lack of sleep and food is catching up on him quickly. He pushed through with his shift in the café, no matter how tired he is. He will never call in sick on Seokjin. He did, however, called in sick on both of his other jobs. While lying on his bed, he has made his decision. He’ll accept the CEO’s proposal. He’s sick and tired and accepting a job like that wouldn’t hurt. He’s in the lowest of lows anyway.

Jimin texted the CEO to let him know of his decision.

Jimin:

Hello, sir. This is Park Jimin. I want to hear more about your proposal. Please let me know when we can meet.

Jungkook is currently working out in his home gym when he heard his cellphone ding. He smirked when he saw the notification. He knew the poor boy will come crawling back to him.

Jungkook:

Tomorrow at 6:00 PM. Solana restaurant near the Han river.

Jimin:

Thank you, sir. See you soon.

Jimin clutched his phone to his chest. He hopes he’s making the right decision.

Jimin was a ball of nerves the whole day. Seokjin noticed how Jimin keeps on mixing up the orders and forgetting the ingredients for a simple iced coffee. He pulled Jimin aside.

“Are you okay, Jimin? Is something worrying you? You never mixed up an order before.”

“I’m okay, hyung. I’m sorry about that. I-I’m just tired, I guess.”

Seokjin sighed. He insisted that Jimin go on a half day with an assurance that he will pay him for the whole day shift. Jimin relented but accepted in the end. Seokjin was too pushy about it and wouldn’t take no for an answer. He went straight home and tried to distract himself. When it was only a few hours before their meet-up, Jimin took a bath and made sure he cleaned himself thoroughly. He has not updated his wardrobe in years, and he choose a presentable looking button-down shirt and a pair of black jeans that he rarely wore. He also wore his most treasured Chelsea boots that his mother gave him on his 19^th birthday. He looked at himself in the mirror, and thought he did a good job on cleaning up himself. With a deep breath, he ventured his way to the restaurant.

Jimin found himself standing in front of a fancy restaurant. He did not do his research beforehand and did not expect their meeting place will be this grand. He suddenly felt small and doesn’t want to go inside. However, Jungkook already texted him and informed him that he’s already inside. Jimin sighed and went inside.

The receptionist guided Jimin to a secluded booth in the corner. He saw Jungkook sitting in the booth, dressed in an expensive looking dress shirt with the top buttons undone. His long black hair is swept into a neat ponytail. Jimin gulped. He really is attractive. Jimin approached the booth and bowed to Jungkook. The CEO motioned for him to sit down.

“I already ordered for you. I know you’re unfamiliar with food here.”

Jimin only stared at him with wide eyes and an open mouth. Jungkook chuckled.

“Don’t worry. I’ll pay for everything. I know you don’t have money to pay for the food here.”

Jimin weakly nodded and bowed his head. “Thank you, sir.”

Jungkook hummed and leaned over the table.

“So, I believe you thought about my proposal.”

Jimin gulped and cleared his head. “Yes, sir. I thought about it.”

“Good. So you’re accepting it?”

“Y-yes. I just want to know how it works.”

“It’s really simple. Whenever I call or message you, you should always accommodate me. I don’t care what you’re doing or where you are, you have to come to me. Quit your job if you need to. You have to be there for me or else you won’t get paid. I will pay you every time we meet. Payment will be wired to your bank account.”

“I can quit my two other jobs, but I still want to retain my coffee shop stint. Will that be, okay?”

“Again, as long as you make it work. I don’t care.”

“Are there any rules to this?”

“Hmmm…well for one, you’re not allowed to disclose that you are hooking up with me. You are always to obey me. You’re not allowed to have other sexual partners; I don’t want to get a disease. You don’t ask or meddle with my personal life. Strictly no kissing. I might add some along the way, but I think that’s it so far.”

Jimin nodded. Jungkook made it sound so simple, but it’s a very complicated setup. There’s also this issue about him – he’s very inexperienced with sex.

“Uhm, sir. There’s also something I needed to tell you.”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. “And what’s that?”

Jimin felt his cheeks redden. Even the mere mention of sex embarrasses him.

“I…I’m very inexperienced when it comes to sex. I never had sex before. I never had a partner. D-do you think I’ll still be a good fit for you?”

Jungkook’s cock twitched inside his pants. A virgin. A pure, untainted virgin that he gets to corrupt. A virgin that he gets to break. How did he get so lucky?

“I don’t give a fuck about that, Jimin. As long as you obey me, I’ll teach you and let you know what I want along the way.”

Jimin nodded. “I understand, sir.”

“Good boy. Now, eat up. I want more flesh in you.”

Their dinner went by in silence. Jungkook made it clear that Jimin shouldn’t ask personal questions, so he kept it all to himself. Jungkook seems to not want to engage in small talk as well, so Jimin didn’t push it. This meeting was purely transactional. Once they were done eating, Jungkook picked up the check and paid for their meal.

“Tomorrow, 5:00 PM at Hotel Crystal. I’ll text you the room number. I want to start right away.”

Jimin nodded and was about to answer, but Jungkook quickly got up and walked out of the restaurant. Jimin was left in the booth. He was quiet for a while, lost in his thoughts. He was really doing this. Desperate times call for desperate measures. He just wants to clear away his father’s debts and live a better life. He really needs to do this.

Jungkook:

Room 901

Jimin is staring at the message for almost an hour now. He did not reply to the message, but a tiny Seen is now under Jungkook’s message. He thinks that’s enough for him to know that he got and read his message. After his shift in the café, Jimin rendered his notice to his two other jobs that he will be quitting. He wants to be physically and mentally prepared for all of this. If this doesn’t work out, he’ll just find another job.

He did his best to research more about sex, as embarrassing as it is. He watched videos on how to give a blowjob, how to prep yourself for penetration, how to touch, and how to set the mood. Jungkook said strictly no kissing, so he didn’t research on that. After learning a little, he did his best to clean himself up, both inside and outside. He made sure to shave and wax his body hair as well.

After an hour, Jimin finds himself standing at the front of room 901’s door. With shaky hands, he knocked on the door. The door opened on his second knock. A freshly showered Jungkook opened the door and ushered him inside. The room is big. It even has a receiving area and a huge glass window overlooking Seoul’s vast skyline. A king-sized bed with fluffy pillows and clean white beddings sits in the middle of the room. Everything looks expensive.

“We will mostly meet here.”

Jimin nodded, still observing his surroundings.

“Answer me with words.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now, have you cleaned yourself thoroughly?”

“Yes, sir. I did.”

Jungkook nodded and sat on the couch. “Go ahead and take off your clothes.”

Jimin gulped and nodded. With shaky hands, he rid himself of his jacket and placed it on a nearby chair. Next, he took off his pants. While he was picking up his pants, he looked at Jungkook whose eyes are still trained on him, observing his every move. He removed his shirt next, taking his time to fold it neatly and place it with his other clothes. He’s now only in his underwear. He looked at Jungkook again, and he raised his brow to Jimin.

“Well? Take them off.”

Jimin knows his whole body is now red from embarrassment. No one has ever seen him naked. He hooked his thumbs in the seams of his boxer briefs and peeled them away from his body. He is now fully naked in front of Jungkook. He lowered his head down, not wanting any eye contact from the man.

Jungkook eyes Jimin up and down, memorizing every curve of his body. Jimin may be quite skinny due to lack of food and sleep, but his curvy hips, strong thighs and legs remained. Not to mention the round, plump ass that the man has. Perfect for spanking. His small, pink cock resting in the middle of his lithe body. It’s still soft, but that will change soon.

“Get on your knees, and crawl towards me.”

Jimin wants to cry from humiliation. He felt like a slave. All this for money. He felt so sorry for himself. He swallowed his pride and went down on his knees. He put his hands down on the floor and started crawling towards Jungkook. He stopped by Jungkook’s feet, still on all fours with his head down. Jungkook grabbed a fistful of his hair and made Jimin look at him. Jungkook’s grip was tight, and he felt his scalp prickle with pain.

“Such a good slut you are. So obedient. Do you know how to suck cock, Jimin?”

“I-I watched a couple of videos, sir.”

Jungkook chuckled. “How dirty. Watching porn when alone? Did you get yourself off?”

“I…no, sir. I didn’t.”

“Show me what you learned, then.”

Jungkook was only wearing a fluffy bathrobe. Jimin doesn’t know how to approach this, but he did what he thought was right. He reached out and undid the ties of his bathrobe. He parted the bathrobe to expose Jungkook’s body. Jimin gasped when he saw Jungkook’s cock. It was huge. It may be well 9-10 inches in length, with angry veins surrounding it. It’s not just long, it was girthy as well. Jimin was more scared than ever. How will that fit inside of him?

Jungkook snickered. He knows he’s well-endowed. All the men and women he was with was always craving for him. Always running back to him and begging for another night. Always begging for another fuck.

“Are you done ogling? Put that fucking mouth to good use. No teeth.”

Jimin swallowed hard and gently grabbed Jungkook’s cock. The cockhead was angry red and is leaking a viscous liquid. Jimin gathered his thoughts and tried to remember what he watched earlier. He started by licking the tip of the cock. Jungkook hissed at the contact. Jimin tasted the salty tang of the precum. He began licking the entirety of the cock slowly, the cock twitching at Jimin’s ministrations. Once he’s on the tip again, he began putting the cock inside his mouth. He began slowly sucking Jungkook’s cock while cupping his balls. Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s hair again and shoved his cock all the way to Jimin’s throat. Jimin gagged at the action, his oxygen being cut off by the cock in his mouth. Jungkook just held him there, unmoving.

“You learn well like the whore you are. Suck me faster.”

Jungkook finally released his head and Jimin sputtered, coughing with tears in his eyes. He sucked Jungkook’s cock again, this time with a faster pace. He cannot fit all of Jungkook’s cock inside his mouth, so anything that doesn’t fit in his mouth, he used his hands. He sucked and stroked the cock as best as he can. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder. He thinks he’s doing okay given the grunts and pants coming from Jungkook.

“Stay still. I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

With that, Jimin stilled, cock still in his mouth. Jungkook leaned and started fucking Jimin’s mouth roughly. Jungkook didn’t care if Jimin gagged or if tears are running down his eyes. He thought he looked beautiful when he cried. This spurred him on and started fucking faster. His thrusts became sloppier as he felt the familiar feel of orgasm approaching. After a few more thrusts, he pushed his cock deep down Jimin’s throat and spilled his seed. Jimin feels like puking, as the amount of cum Jungkook released seems like it was enough to fill a bowl. Jungkook did not release Jimin’s head until every last drop of his cum is milked.

“Such a good cum dump you are. You just love eating cum, hm?”

Jimin begged to disagree. He doesn’t like the taste of cum, not one bit. He did not vocalize that, though. He thinks he’ll just keep all that to himself instead of upsetting Jungkook and not get paid.

“Y-yes, sir.”

“So, what will you say now that I gave you my cum?”

Jimin thought for a moment. “T-thank you, sir.”

Jungkook smirked. “Good boy.”

Jungkook’s phone suddenly ringed. He rolled his eyes and forgot that he did not put it on silent. He saw that it was his secretary calling him. Jimin kept his head low while Jungkook answered the phone.

“Hello. Yes. At this fucking hour? Why? Fine. As if I have a fucking choice. Give me 10-15 minutes.”

Jungkook stood up and went to the bathroom to clean himself. He emerged a few minutes later, fully dressed.

“Message me your bank account for the payment. You can stay the night here if you want, room’s already paid. You may want to experience luxury away from your rotting home.”

With that, Jungkook left the room. Jimin is still slumped on the floor, the dam of tears finally broke. He felt so dirty. He felt so used. He ran away from home because his own father humiliated and hurt him, but here he is again. He chose to accept all the demeaning words and actions in exchange for money.

Jimin doesn’t want to stay in this room. He slowly got up and got dressed. He’d rather stay in his hellhole of a home, than stay in this room where he feels defiled. He messaged Jungkook his account number while he was lying down on his bed. His phone lit up with Jungkook’s reply a few minutes later.

Jungkook:

Money sent. I gave extra. Buy lingerie or anything lacy. I want to see you wearing them next time we meet.

Jimin:

Thank you, sir.

Jimin checked his bank account. He sat up in bed, eyes wide. Never in his life has he received such a big amount of money. It was indeed ten times the amount of pay of his three jobs combined. If he keeps doing this, his father’s debts will be cleared in no time. He’ll be able to get his mom out of Busan. He’ll be able to get out of this hellhole and live in a better apartment.

It’s been three days since Jungkook last contacted him. Having quit his two other jobs, Jimin feels a lot rested and energetic. His tired eyes and body finally getting some rest. As per Jungkook’s instructions, he also bought himself the stuff Jungkook requested. He had them mailed to his home instead of getting it in a store because of embarrassment. On the fourth day, Jungkook finally messaged him.

Jungkook:

4:00 PM. Golden7 office. Go straight to my office. Already informed receptionist.

Jimin read the message thrice. His office? During daytime? Why? He didn’t ask these questions, though. He just sent his reply to Jungkook that he’ll be there. He can’t rush back to his home anymore, so he used the café’s bathroom to wash up. He pulled out the panties he bought online, blood rushing to his face. It was a pretty white number. Delicate lace and a tiny ribbon on the front, completely see-through at the back. His ass spills out of the underwear. It’s quite small on him, but it feels comfortable. He just wishes Jungkook will be okay with his purchase.

He told his name at the reception of the building and the receptionist just pointed him to the elevators. He pressed the button to the 20^th floor and made his way up the CEO’s office. The whole floor looks empty. It looks like everyone already left for the day. He felt a little wave of relief wash over him. One of his fears was being spotted with the CEO. He knocked on the door and heard Jungkook’s gruff voice asking him to come in.

Jungkook was standing near his window, looking at Seoul’s skyline. Jimin stood there, just waiting for his instructions. After a few minutes, Jungkook finally sat down on his office chair. He looked at Jimin up and down. Jimin was wearing a flowy shirt paired with some skin-tight jeans that emphasizes his thighs and ass. His dick jumped inside his pants. Jimin cleans up well.

“You know what to do, Jimin.”

Jimin stared at him, eyes wide. He doesn’t mean they’ll have sex here, right?

“Sir?”

“Are you dumb? Start stripping and get to work.”

Jimin can’t believe he’ll be doing this in his office, where people can potentially walk in on them. Jungkook’s office is closed, but the front is surrounded by glass, and everyone will be able to see what’s going on inside. With a deep breath to compose himself, he started taking off his clothes. Jungkook was watching him intently. He watched him take off his shirt and jeans. Jungkook saw that Jimin was wearing a white, lacy panty as he instructed. His cock is now rock-hard at this point. The lacy front of the panty hid Jimin’s small cock well, and he saw that the back is see-through, letting him see Jimin’s plump ass. He wants to fuck him with the panties on.

Jimin was about to pull down the panties when Jungkook stopped him.

“Stop. Keep those on. Do what you did last time and crawl your way over here.”

Jimin went on all fours and started crawling his way to Jungkook. He saw Jungkook lower down his office chair so Jimin can reach him better. Jimin situated himself under Jungkook’s desk.

“I want you to open my pants and take my cock out.”

He did what he was told.  He reached out and unbuckled Jungkook’s expensive belt. He unbuttoned the pants next. Jungkook stopped him when he was reaching for the zipper.

“Use your teeth to unzip my pants. No hands.”

Jimin leaned over and bit the zipper. His chin brushing the outline of Jungkook’s cock, and he heard Jungkook exhale. It took a few tries, but he was able to zip it down. Jungkook finally helped him and removed both his boxer briefs and pants in one go. His hard cock finally sprang free. Jimin did the same technique he did before and started sucking Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook was lightly bucking his hips to meet Jimin’s movements.

Jungkook was grunting and being quite rough with his thrusts, when there was suddenly a knock on the door. Jimin’s eyes widen in shock. There was someone outside the door. He heard Jungkook whisper a curse and held Jimin’s head in place, cock still in his mouth. He grabbed Jimin’s hair as a warning to keep quiet.

“Come in.”

Jihun, his secretary, came inside. He was holding a folder.

“Hi, sir. I’m sorry to come at this hour. I just needed you to sign a few documents for me.”

Jungkook reached out for his pen and checked the documents. His other hand still on Jimin’s head. Jimin kept perfectly still, hidden under the big oak desk. Jimin is just glad that the desk is enclosed, and his feet will not be seen underneath. Jungkook signed the documents and returned them to his secretary.

“Is there anything else you need from me?”

“No sir, that’s it.”

“You may go. Go home after you’re done with that.”

Jihun bowed and closed the door after he left. Once he’s sure Jihun was far away from his office, he looked down at Jimin and released his head.

“Good boy. Keeping my cock warm and hard for me. Stand up.”

Jimin stood up from under the desk. Jungkook grabbed him and slammed him on his desk. Jimin is now face down his desk with his ass exposed to Jungkook. It looks like today is the day he gets fucked. A harsh slap is delivered to his left asscheek. Then another on his right. He gasped from surprise and pain.

“You got such a nice ass.” He grabbed an asscheek and squeezed hard. He pulled Jimin’s panties down, just below his ass. He grabbed both asscheeks and exposed Jimin’s hole. It was pink, looked tight, and looked clean.

“Perfect slutty hole.”

Jimin let out a shout when Jungkook delivered a hard slap to his hole.

“Keep quiet, you slut. Don’t want anyone to hear you’re whoring yourself for me.”

Jimin felt like crying, but he mustered all his strength to not to. He heard Jungkook open one of the drawers. He heard a bottle cap being opened, which what he assumed must be lube. Jungkook poured the gel directly on his hole which made him hiss from the cold. Then he felt a finger circling his rim. He let out a squeal when Jungkook pushed his whole finger in one go. Jungkook slapped his ass again.

“I told you to keep quiet, whore.”

“I-I’m s-sorry, s-sir. I-it…it hurts.”

Jungkook scoffed. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it. Your fucking hole seems to like it.”

Jimin started crying. He knew the first time will be painful, and Jungkook is not making it any easier. That cock will tear him apart. He always dreamt of his first time being gentle and sensual, being loved and taken care of like a lover should. Unfortunately, that will never happen. Jungkook started circling his finger inside Jimin. When he felt it loosen up, he added a second finger and started scissoring him open. Jimin took deep breaths to relax himself and the muscles on his hole. He learned that the more he squeezes, it’s more painful. Jungkook keeps the scissoring motion, then added a third finger. Jimin should be loose to take his cock.

Once he felt that Jimin is loose enough, he rolled a condom over his cock and lubed himself up. He positioned his cockhead to Jimin’s hole and entered him in one go. Jimin yelped in surprise. He can feel the burning stretch around Jungkook’s cock. He can feel the bulge of his cock on his tummy. He was so big, he felt he will split into two. Jungkook didn’t even give him time to adjust and started fucking Jimin in a brutal pace.

“That’s it. Take all of it. I know you’re a cockslut.”

Tears, drool, and snot are falling down his face as Jungkook fucks him from behind. His mind hates it, but his body tells another story. He can feel how hard is own cock is, and panties are wet from his precum. At one particular thrust, Jungkook hit something that made Jimin moan out loud.

“Yeah? Is that your sweet spot?”

Jimin doesn’t understand what a sweet spot is, but instead moaned louder. He can feel the muscles on his tummy tighten, and a tingling sensation coming from the base of his spine upwards. The pleasure builds and builds until it snapped. Jimin came untouched onto Jungkook’s desk.

Jungkook laughed when he saw Jimin come. “I knew it. You’re a fucking slut. You like getting fucked like this.”

He fastened his pace, chasing his own release. Jimin whined from overstimulation, but he didn’t complain anymore. He just took all of Jungkook’s thrusts. He felt the thrusts becoming harder and sloppier until finally, Jungkook came inside him. He stayed inside Jimin for a minute and pulled out. Jimin hissed when he pulled out, he knows he’ll be sore tomorrow. He can hear Jungkook removing the condom, then pulling up his pants and closing his belt buckle.

“Get dressed, then clean up the mess you made on my desk.”

Jungkook went to the toilet while Jimin limped over to where his clothes are. He cleaned himself first with some wet tissues and dressed as fast as he can. He then went over to Jungkook’s desk and cleaned up all the cum, drool, and snot on his desk. He made sure it was spotless. Jungkook emerged from the toilet right after he finished cleaning.

“You may leave. Same as before, I will wire you the money.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Jimin bowed and left the office. He was limping in pain, and his hips hurt from Jungkook’s harsh grip. He can also feel his asscheeks throbbing from the slaps he received earlier. He knows he should get used to it, but it’s never that easy. He decided to treat himself with good food, he deserved it anyway. He went to this BBQ place a block away from his home. He always smelled the delicious scent wafting in the air, and he never has once tasted the actual food because he can never afford it. He sat down and ordered a set, paired with his favorite kimchi rice. He savored the taste of the meat on his tongue. He chewed slowly while thinking of his situation now. Is this, okay? Should he just accept the situation because he benefits from it? Jimin thought he would just enjoy everything right now. He wants to be selfish just for once.

After that encounter, their meetings became more frequent. Before, it was just once every other week, now it was thrice a week. Sometimes, even four. Jimin's body became accustomed to getting fucked and the pain was lessened every time. He was also numbed by Jungkook words. From what he learned; the degrading words are just part of the sex. It was just to boost the experience. Sure, he was always being called a slut, but Jimin made peace with it. With how his body is being used for money, Jungkook was telling the truth even if it was all part of the play.

Days went by and Jungkook grew curious of Jimin. He made a strict rule about his hookups that he will never get to know them, no matter how curious he is. They will continue to be strangers, only sharing a mutual feeling – lust. His mind can’t seem to shake the thoughts of Jimin away. He must be lusting so hard after the young man. He checked his schedule for the day, and it looks like it’s clear. He informed his secretary – Jihun that he will be out early for the day. He drove himself over to the Moon Café, where Jimin currently works. He didn’t go inside. Just parked his car in front and observed Jimin from the shop window. He observed Jimin from afar, how he interacts with their customers, how he works, how he makes their coffees. Jungkook noticed Jimin’s pretty smile. His eyes forming into little crescents, and how he adorably covers his mouth while laughing. Jungkook scoffed and shook his head. He must be going crazy. He can’t believe he’s checking Jimin out. He drove away, slightly smiling to himself.

The next day, Jungkook messaged Jimin.

Jungkook:

6:00 PM. Hotel Crystal. Same room.

Jimin:

Noted, sir.

Jimin made his way to the familiar room. Jungkook is seated on the couch, still fully dressed. He was drinking a glass of whiskey. He bowed to Jungkook and waited for his instructions.

“Do you drink, Jimin?”

“Uhm…only soju, sir.”

Jungkook hummed. “Go ahead. Strip.”

Jimin started to peel off his clothes. It became routine at this point. Jungkook’s breath hitched when he saw that Jimin is wearing a pink lingerie set. Lacy bralette with little flower patterns on the lace, and a cute little thong that matches it.

“You dressed up for me, slut?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Ha. Go lie down on the bed.”

Jimin was perplexed. This was new. He got used to crawling over to Jungkook and sucking him off. With hesitant steps, he made his way to the bed and lied down as instructed. Jungkook downed the rest of his whiskey and moved towards the bed. Jungkook produced a silk fabric out of his pocket and looked at Jimin in the eyes.

“Rule number 1: no touching. Rule number 2: color system. Red means stop, Yellow means slow down or you’re near your limit, Green means keep going. Rule number 3: you will use your words. Always. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.”

Jungkook approached Jimin and carefully lifted his head. He put the silk fabric over his eyes. He was being blindfolded. Jimin’s heart started to race, but he needs to trust Jungkook. He gave him a set of rules, and he has to follow all of them. Once the blindfold was secured, Jimin felt the bed dip; Jungkook sat beside him. He started tracing his fingers on Jimin’s face, down to his neck, down to his delicate collarbones. Gooseflesh started to form on his body, his senses heightened from the lack of sight. Jimin felt his cock growing hard with the sensation.

“For someone who grew impoverished, you really have smooth skin.” Jungkook whispered. His voice low and husky.

Jimin can only let out a strained whimper. He loves the feeling of Jungkook’s hands on him. His hands are rough, but his touches are soft. His hands are warm, opposed to Jimin’s cool skin. He can now feel Jungkook’s fingers trace his lips. He felt the bed dip again and felt Jungkook come closer to him. He can smell the scent of Jungkook’s perfume. His hand went back to his lips. His felt Jungkook tip his chin while his thumb lingered on his lips. He gasped when he felt another pair of lips cover his own. Jungkook is kissing him. He broke the rule he set when he first agreed to this set-up. Strictly no kissing. Jimin was confused and scared. Confused as to why the CEO broke his rule and scared that he can break and bend the rules however he wishes.

Jungkook continued to kiss Jimin. He nibbled on Jimin’s plump lower lip and licked it. Jimin let out a soft moan, and Jungkook used this opportunity to stick his tongue inside his mouth. He licked and sucked Jimin’s tongue. His tongue explored every nook and cranny of Jimin’s mouth. Jungkook doesn’t know why he was kissing this boy when he’s aware of the rule he made, but it just felt right. The urge to kiss him was stronger. He broke off the kiss when both of them were gasping for breath.

He then proceeded to kiss down Jimin’s neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses and sucking hickeys on its trail. Jimin smelled so good. Jungkook is glad he’s putting the money to good use by buying things for himself. He rolled Jimin over to his side and unclasped the bralette. He took it off and Jimin’s perky nipples came into view. He sucked one into his mouth and bit the bud. Jimin keened from the sensation and gripped Jungkook’s hair.

Jungkook yanked Jimin’s hand away from his hair.

“No touching, right? One more, and you’ll be punished.”

“I-I’m sorry, sir.”

He continued the assault on Jimin’s nipples, keeping both of them engaged. One is in his mouth, sucked and bit, and the other is being tweaked by his fingers. After he had his fill, he continued caressing down Jimin’s body. He wants to mark the expanse of milky skin. He traced his tongue over to the flat tummy and licked his belly button. Jimin’s breath hitched. He wants to touch Jungkook but was afraid of the punishment. Jungkook sucked hickeys on his belly. He then proceeded to lick further down until he reached his cock. Jimin is fully hard now. The head of his cock is peeking out of the thongs he was wearing. Jungkook licked the head of his cock. Jimin jolted off the bed and cried out. He was never given head before; this was all new to him. Jungkook continued licking his cock over his thongs. He is not being sucked completely, and Jimin feels he’s already about to cum.

“You can’t cum until I tell you so.”

Jimin was shaking at this point. How is he supposed to suppress the urge to cum? His thoughts were interrupted when Jungkook took off the thongs he was wearing. He felt Jungkook spat on his cock and is now jerking him off. Jimin panted and moaned. He can feel the familiar warmth in his belly and his tummy muscles contracting wildly. He tried to take his mind off of cumming, but it’s impossible. After a few pumps from his cock, he came on Jungkook’s hand.

He heard Jungkook let out a disappointed tsk.

“I told you, no cumming without my permission. You’re really asking to be punished. Roll over, Jimin.”

He weakly rolled over to his tummy; ass exposed to Jungkook. He can hear Jungkook wiping his hands, then came a moment of silence. He let out a shout when a harsh slap was delivered to his ass. He wailed from the pain.

“Take your punishment, slut.”

He bit his lower lip to prevent himself from making further noises. Another slap was made on his other asscheek.

“A simple rule, Jimin. You can’t follow it. You’ll take ten of these. Now, count. And remember, use your colors.”

Another slap. “Three.” Jimin weakly answered. Another slap. “Four.” Another. “Five.”

Jungkook stopped. “Color?”

His ass was painful, but he felt he can take more.

“Green.”

Jungkook continued his slapping, until he completed the other five. He looked at Jimin’s ass and it was all red. Some parts even left his handprint. He was satisfied with his work.

“I hope you learned your lesson.”

“Y-yes, s-sir.”

Jimin is still lying face-down, blindfold still over his eyes. He’s panting, and he doesn’t know why. Everything stilled for a moment, until Jungkook grabbed his hips and yanked his ass up.

“All fours.”

He complied. He leaned on his elbows, propped his knees on the bed, and stuck his ass out to Jungkook. The skin of his ass stings from all the slapping, and Jungkook’s ass-grabbing made him wince in pain. He didn’t want to get punished again so he just kept quiet. Jungkook continued grabbing, squeezing, and tapping Jimin’s ass, hypnotized by the way it jiggles. He finally parted Jimin’s asscheeks to reveal his glistening hole. It was pink and tight. Jungkook blew air on it and made it wink. He can feel Jimin’s muscle tighten from the action.

“Remember the rules, Jimin.”

Jimin didn’t get the chance to acknowledge the question when he suddenly felt Jungkook’s hot tongue. He gasped a moan. Jungkook ate him out like Jimin was his last meal, licking, slurping, sucking, and biting his rim. He was panting again. He feels so aroused at what Jungkook is doing, his knees begin to shake, and he can’t help but fall on the bed. The pressure on his cock is a welcome relief. He subtly rubbed his cock on the bed. Jungkook noticed this and delivered another harsh slap on his ass.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Jimin.”

Jungkook yanked his ass up to prevent Jimin from rubbing his cock on the bed. Jimin whined and panted. He can feel another urge to come. If the assault of Jungkook’s tongue is not enough, he began to put a finger inside his ass. He screamed at the intrusion. Jungkook began pumping his finger inside. He added another finger inside him. Jimin whined and began fucking himself on Jungkook’s finger. He badly wants to come. Jungkook chuckled at him.

“That’s it, slut. Pleasure yourself like the whore that you are.”

“P-please, sir. Can I cum?”

“Do you deserve it?”

“I-I’ll be good. P-please. P-please, sir.”

“No.”

Jungkook pulled out his fingers from his ass. Jimin started crying. The ache in his stomach is starting from being denied to cum. Jungkook slapped his ass again and turned him over.

“That’s what you get for being a bad slut.”

He got out of bed and walked over to the bedside table. He grabbed the condoms and lube and went back to where Jimin is. He rolled the condom over his cock and slathered it with lube. He yanked off the blindfold covering Jimin’s eyes. Jimin squinted; his eyes adjusting to the light in the room. He can now see Jungkook on top of him, pumping his cock and ready to fuck him. He swallowed hard as Jungkook parted his legs and squeezed lube on his hole. He put his legs up and almost folded him in half. He took a deep breath to relax himself as Jungkook guided his cock inside his hole. Jimin screamed as Jungkook entered him in one go. Bottomed in one push. Jungkook didn’t let him catch his breath as he went on and relentlessly fucked him.

“So tight. Just for me, right? You’re my slut?”

Jimin only moaned louder. The position he’s in right now is hitting his prostate directly, the sensations travelling from his prostate through the entirety of his spine. He stopped moaning and stared in shock when Jungkook slapped his face.

“Answer me, you fucking whore! Is this greedy ass just for me?”

Jimin was quite disoriented with the question, but he answered with what he knows will please Jungkook.

“Y-yes, sir.”

Jungkook chuckled. He gripped Jimin’s thighs tighter and fucked him harder. Jimin is seeing stars. He can feel the familiar heat coil in his stomach. He wants to cum. He needs to cum.

“P-please, sir. Can I cum?”

Jungkook can feel himself about to cum too. Jimin’s crying face and tight hole makes him feel hot and aroused. Seeing all the marks he made on his body is a bonus.

“Go ahead, slut. Cum.”

That’s all it took for Jimin to come untouched. He came with a loud scream. All he saw was white, his ears ringing from the impact of his orgasm. Jungkook fucked him through his orgasm until Jimin was whining from oversensitivity. Jungkook followed shortly, cumming inside the condom. He came hard, biting Jimin’s shoulder in the process.

Jungkook is still draped over Jimin, panting hard. He slowly pulled his cock out of Jimin’s ass and looked at the boy below him. The boy’s face is red, eyes swollen from crying, plump lips parted, softly breathing, body sweaty, and he reeks of sex. He’s beautiful. Jungkook gently removed a few pieces of hair stuck on Jimin’s forehead, wet from sweat. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, but his body wants him to do it. He was never like this with his previous sex partners.

He got off Jimin, still looking at him. He straightened himself and averted his eyes.

“You can use the shower, Jimin.”

Jimin only nodded and went to the bathroom to shower. While bathing, he was thinking about what happened earlier. Though Jungkook was rough with all the slapping and grabbing, the sex feels different. His body was showered with attention. He pushed those thoughts away. Maybe Jungkook was finally comfortable with having sex with him, that’s all. He quickly finished off his shower. He went out of the bathroom, head down, not wanting to meet Jungkook’s gaze.

“I’ll be quick, Jimin. Wait for me.”

“Yes, sir.”

Jimin sat down on the couch, pondering why Jungkook wants him to wait for him. He usually asks him to leave right away. He didn’t give it any more thought and just sat there, silently waiting for Jungkook to come out. A few minutes later, Jungkook came out of the bathroom, freshly showered and in casual clothing. He wore a baggy sweater and jeans. Different from the suit and tie he usually sees him in. He observed Jungkook from afar. He looks good. Tall, muscular, and his face is perfect. The strong, curved nose must be Jimin’s favorite. Jimin thought whoever Jungkook will marry will be the luckiest person ever. He quickly averted his eyes and bowed his head when Jungkook turned around.

“I’ll drive you home, Jimin.”

“Oh. N-no need, sir. I can just take the train; I don’t want to take much of your time.”

“No. Let’s go.”

Jimin’s mouth opened and closed, thinking of a good rebuttal. However, he thinks it’s better to just keep quiet for fear that he might anger Jungkook. He silently followed Jungkook out of the hotel. Keeping his head down and keeping his distance behind him. He’s confused why he wants to drive him home, when he made it clear he doesn’t want to be seen with him. They took the elevator down to the basement where Jungkook’s car is parked. They were silent the whole elevator ride and were also quiet when they stopped in front of a sleek, black car. Jungkook unlocked the car and motioned for Jimin to get inside.

“Get in.”

It took a few seconds for Jimin to move, as he was rooted on his spot trying to register what’s happening. With a shaky hand, he opened the passenger door of the car and got inside. It was his first time to ride a private vehicle. He even never stepped inside a cab, so technically, this is his first time to ride a car. The car ride was silent as well, save for the music softly playing in the background. He didn’t tell Jungkook his address, but he seems to know where Jimin lives as he is driving in the correct neighborhood. They finally stopped in front of the apartment complex where Jimin lives. Jungkook observed the building and its surroundings. The building itself looks like it’s about to fall apart, and the adjacent buildings are dilapidated, some abandoned.  

“I want you to get out of this filthy place.”

Jimin’s head snapped towards Jungkook, his mouth gaped open in shock. Surely, he knows his situation about the mountains of debts he’s facing.

“I…I can’t afford to m-move out, sir.”

Jungkook looked at him.

“Is what I’m giving you not enough?”

“I…You know…You know about the debts right, sir?”

Jungkook let out an exasperated breath.

“We’ll talk about this some other time. Good night.”

“Thank you, sir. Drive safely.”

He watched as Jungkook drove off into the night, puzzled as to why Jungkook would want him to move out.

Back in his penthouse, Jungkook can’t seem to get his mind off of Jimin. Is he beginning to like him? Jungkook laughed out loud. Why would he want an uneducated, poor boy? He shook his head in disbelief. He only wants his body, that’s for sure. He drank his whiskey while watching TV to take his mind off of things, but his mind is still drifting to thoughts of Jimin and how he fucked him dumbed. It was his first time to kiss a sex partner. No matter how attractive a man or woman is, he never kissed them during sex. While he loved getting his cock sucked, he never ate out his partners too. It was all a first with Jimin. He blanked out, staring into space.

He also doesn’t know why he wants Jimin to get out of that dingy apartment. Why the fuck does he care? He turned off the TV, gulped down the remaining whiskey in his glass and went to bed. He tossed and turned, sleep seeming to be far away. He stared into the ceiling while thinking of Jimin’s situation. He hated how he lived in that god-forsaken place. He grabbed his phone and messaged Taehyung.

Jungkook:

Give me information on who owns Central Apartments. Need it tomorrow.

Taehyung:

Central Apartments? Where Jimin lives?

Hmmmm…what’s up with you?

This is the second time you asked information that involves Jimin.

Jungkook:

Just do it.

Taehyung:

Lol. Fine. I’ll have it ready tomorrow.

Jungkook:

Thank you.

Taehyung found it amusing that Jungkook is asking for more information involving Jimin. Surely, he doesn’t ask information about his employees. Also, what kind of work is Jimin doing for Jungkook? Jungkook is quite secretive of some things, but a little push, and he will find out sooner or later.

The next day, Taehyung threw a folder onto Jungkook’s desk. It contained all the information he was asking for and more.

“Lee Chul Hwa, 50 years old. Owns The Central Apartments as well as other businesses. It looks like the license to operate for the apartment expired last year, and he hasn’t renewed until now. Looks like he’s pulling a few strings to evade being legally called out. Not to mention his apartment complex is a big fire hazard. I had someone look into it, and the fire exits are mostly blocked out. Smoke alarms and sprinklers are not working. Maintenance is also being overlooked. The heaters barely worked. The air conditioning mostly broken.”

Jungkook read through the information with his eyebrows creased in disappointment. Jimin is really living in a run-down place.

“Call Kwan and report the building. For sure they will close down that rotting place.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

“Tell me honestly, what did Jimin do? Why are you driving him to homelessness?”

“Nothing. And it’s none of your business.”

Taehyung chuckled. “You know how powerful my investigating skills are. I’ll find out soon enough. Just you wait.”

“Get out of here.”

Taehyung raised his hands in surrender and walked out of the office laughing.

A few days later, Jimin went home to a piece of paper taped on his apartment door. It says that he has a week to move out as the whole apartment complex is being closed down due to illegally operating. Jimin felt as if a cold bucket of water was poured over his head. Where will he live now? He went inside and quietly sat down on his bed, still staring at the paper. He checked his bank account online. It was not enough to pay for 2 months’ worth of advance and deposit for a new apartment. He’s not scheduled to get paid at the café until next week, and he certainly doesn’t want to ask Seokjin to advance his pay. He’s doomed. Again. Unless Jungkook contacts him again, he will have enough money. He sighed and started to look for apartment listings online. He better start looking now and worry about the money later.

Five days has passed, and Jimin has not found a place to live in. No one wants to accept a month worth of deposit and advance, even if he promised he will pay the rest as soon as he gets paid. His anxiety is growing, but he did his best to do his work in the café as efficiently as possible. He was cleaning the counter when he heard the bell of the café door tinkle. Jimin stopped what he was doing and smiled, ready to greet his customer. His smile dropped, however, when he was face to face with Jungkook. His mouth open, unable to say anything. It was unusual to see a CEO of a big company inside their small café.

Jungkook smirked. “Aren’t you gonna ask me what I want?”

Jimin jumped. “I-I’m sorry, sir. What can I get you?”

“An iced Americano and a croissant.”

He quickly punched in Jungkook’s order and swiped the card he was handed.

“What time does your shift end, Jimin?”

“4:00 pm, sir.”

Jungkook checked the time on his watch. It was a quarter to three.

“Is it your break time yet?”

“Y-yes, sir. I can take my break now.”

“Good. Once you have my order, sit with me for a while.”

He walked away and sat on a far corner of the café. Jimin was still rooted on the spot, still surprised that Jungkook is there. He snapped out of his thoughts and quickly prepared the drink and food. He calmed his shaky hands and carried the tray with the food over to Jungkook’s table.

“Sit down, Jimin.”

Jimin glanced took a quick glance on the counter and saw that Jihyo is already standing there, back from her break. Jihyo gave Jimin a knowing look and Jimin bowed his head from embarrassment. He quietly sat down on the chair facing Jungkook, his head still lowered.

“I heard that the apartment complex you’re living in is being closed down. Have you found a new place?”

“H-how did you know, sir?”

Jungkook was taken aback with the question. Of course, how the hell did he know? He just made up a story.

“One of our employees was also living in the same apartment complex and asked for a few days leave while they moved out. That’s why I knew.”

The boy nodded, looking convinced with his made-up story. Jungkook subtly let out a sigh of relief.

“I-I haven’t found a place yet, sir. I had a few options, but they won’t let me move in unless I give the full 2 months advance and deposit.”

“What about the money I’m giving you? Is it not enough?”

Jimin flushed. “N-no, it’s not like that, sir. It’s very helpful. It’s just that…I think you know about the debts.”

“Is your father indebted to the whole Busan population? Why are you the one paying for it?”

“I-I just don’t want my mom in jail. She’s the one being chased by these loan companies.”

Jungkook palmed his face in disbelief. What a mess this boy is in. What a pity.

“I have a spare room in my home. You can live there in the meantime.”

Jimin looked at him in shock. Jeon Jungkook, the CEO of Golden7, offered him to stay in his home.

“S-sir? I-I can’t do that. I-I mean. I…”

“You what? You only have two more days before you get kicked out of your apartment. Do you have any other options?”

Jimin bowed his head and shook his head. He doesn’t want to trouble Seokjin or Jihyo. He didn’t tell them he was about to be homeless.

“That’s what I thought. After you’re done with your work, head straight home and start packing your belongings. I’ll have someone pick you up tomorrow.”

Seokjin walked out of his office and went to check on his employees. As he approached the counter, he saw Jimin sitting across a familiar face. He slowly approached the table to take a closer look.

“Jungkook?”

Jimin whipped his head towards Seokjin and quickly stood up.

“Jin hyung. I didn’t know you own this place.” Jungkook stood up and hugged Seokjin.

Jimin looked at the two men. It looks like they know each other very well.

“Yes, I do!” Seokjin then turned to Jimin. “So, you know Jimin?”

Jungkook gulped. “Yes, hyung. He, uhm. He does some work for me.”

Seokjin’s mouth formed into an O. “Wow, Jimin! You never told me you work in Golden7!”

“Uh, he doesn’t work in the office directly. It’s something else.”

Seokjin only nodded. He knows Jungkook has other businesses, and he doesn’t want to pry any further.

“Why don’t we have dinner sometime, Jungkook? You, me, and Namjoon. I’ll cook.”

“That would be lovely, hyung. Just tell me when.”

“Sure. I’ll call you once our schedules aligns. Namjoon is quite busy too.”

“Of course. It was nice seeing you again, hyung. Say hi to Namjoon-hyung for me.” Jungkook hugged Seokjin again and nodded to Jimin, exiting the café.

“Jungkook, Namjoon, and I went to the same college. We were classmates for a few subjects, and we just kind of hit it off. He absolutely adores my husband. I grew fond of him as well. We haven’t got in touch for quite a while because well, he became CEO and Namjoon is busy producing songs for idols.”

Jimin nodded in understanding. What a small world, indeed. He just hoped that Seokjin will never find out what kind of work he does for Jungkook.

After his shift ended, he cleaned up the storage room and gathered all the empty boxes he can. He pretended that he would throw them all out, but he took them home. He started packing his stuff as soon as he got home. There wasn’t really a lot to pack. He didn’t have many clothes, and that only took two small boxes. In his kitchen, he only packed a few plates, mugs, and utensils. He left his blackened kettle behind, as well as the mugs and plates that are chipped off. In his bedroom, he decided to leave his old mattress behind. Surely, Jungkook doesn’t want something filthy in his house. He left the pillows too. He just packed up some bedsheets, pillowcases, and blankets. He piled them neatly in the box, along with his most prized possession, a framed picture of him and his mother. It was taken on Jimin’s 19^th birthday, months after he ran away from home. They were sitting inside Jimin’s favorite tteokbokki place. His mother saved money to treat Jimin on his birthday. She always saved money for Jimin’s birthday. After running away from home, he now celebrated his birthday alone. His mother always called him after he left, but it’s different spending time with her physically. He wiped the tears from his face and carefully placed the picture inside the box. All in all, he only has 4 boxes full of his belongings.

It was 1:00 PM when someone was knocking on his door. He opened his door to a middle-aged man who introduced himself as one of Jungkook’s employees. He’s the one tasked to pick him up and drive him to Jungkook’s home. The man helped Jimin carry out the boxes of his belongings and drove him away from his apartment. They drove away from Jimin’s poor neighborhood, into a neighborhood of wealth and success, finally stopping in Hannam-dong, where some of the wealthiest people live.

Jimin looked up to the luxurious building where Jungkook lives. The entirety of the complex is heavy on security, with Jimin going through a lot of security checks and verification to make sure that Juingkook is expecting him as a guest. When they finally got to enter, Jimin is amazed on what’s inside the building. Everything is so lavish and smells and looks expensive. They took a private elevator to Jungkook’s unit. Jimin swallowed the lump in his throat. He can never live in this place. He needs to find someplace to live because he clearly does not belong here. When they finally got to Jungkook’s unit, Jimin was again amazed by the wealth that surrounds him. Jungkook’s unit is big, with windows that goes from the ceiling to floor, showcasing a view of the Han river. The furniture looks expensive and carefully curated to match Jungkook’s taste. A modern staircase leads up to the bedrooms of the home.

“You must be Jimin. My name is Ha Yun, I take care and maintain Mr. Jeon’s home.”

A woman, who must be in her 40’s greeted him. They bowed to each other in greeting.

“Let me show you around, Jimin-ssi.”

She showed Jimin the kitchen, and how to operate some of the appliances there. She showed him the living room, where a gigantic television is mounted on the wall. The design is very minimalist, with no pictures adorning the space. Only an expensive looking painting from a probably well-known artist that Jimin does not know. They went upstairs to where the rooms are. Ha Yun pointed at the furthermost door, to which she said is Jungkook’s room. Adjacent to that is another door, which is Jungkook’s office. She made strict rules that Jimin should never set foot in any of Jungkook’s private quarters. They walked at the far end of the hall, where two more bedrooms are. Ha Yun opened the door of one of the rooms and showed Jimin inside. The boxes of his stuff was already inside the room.

“This will be your room, Jimin-ssi. This room has its own bathroom, so no need to worry about finding one.”

The room was bigger than the apartment he was previously in. The queen-sized bed in the middle looks so soft and comfortable. Even the bathroom looked luxurious. The toilet and the fixtures are gold. It also has its own big window overlooking the Han river.

“I’ll let you settle down and rest for a bit. Mr. Jeon will be back later in the evening.”

“Thank you, Ha Yun-nim.”

Ha Yun bowed and left Jimin in the room. He looked at the boxes of his stuff. He doesn’t want to unpack his stuff yet. He felt like he doesn’t want to get too comfortable when he just arrived from his previous home. He decided to sit on the love seat in front of the window. He wasn’t really thinking of anything, just staring at the window, and watching the cars and people pass by.

Evening went by, and Jungkook just got home. Ha Yun was in the kitchen, and immediately bowed upon seeing Jungkook. She informed Jungkook that everything is fixed and cleaned, and meals are prepared in the refrigerator. She also informed Jungkook that Jimin is already settled in the guest room. Jungkook then thanked Ha Yun and dismissed her.

Jungkook went straight to his room to shower and change, then went to Jimin’s room to check on him. He found Jimin asleep on the love seat. He observed Jimin’s face that was illuminated by the lights outside the window. He’ll be lying to himself if he doesn’t find Jimin beautiful. He was absolutely beautiful. He reached out to gently caress his cheek. Jimin closed his mouth but remained peacefully asleep. Jungkook chuckled. He can’t deny the fact that’s he’s growing fond of Jimin. The boy never left his mind. He has never cared for someone like he cared for Jimin. In fact, he never opened his own home, even to his closest friends. Even he was shocked at himself for readily offering his home to Jimin. He gently touched Jimin’s lips. He thinks he might be obsessed with those luscious, plump lips.

He knows Jimin has not yet eaten, so he gently nudged him awake. Jimin slowly opened his eyes and saw Jungkook standing beside him. He immediately stood up from where he was seated.

“Hello, sir. I’m sorry I must have fallen asleep.”

“I know you’re tired. That’s fine. Have you eaten?”

Jimin’s tummy grumbled as if on cue. This made Jungkook laugh.

“I thought so. Come downstairs. Eat with me.”

Jimin was surprised with the invitation and just stood there, nodding his head. He first went to the bathroom to freshen up and went downstairs to the kitchen. He saw Jungkook reheating the food left by Ha Yun.

“May I help you, sir?”

Jungkook turned around and saw Jimin standing.

“You can set the table. The plates and utensils are in here.” Jungkook pointed to a kitchen cabinet.

Jimin gathered all that he needed and proceeded to set the table. He was careful not to drop anything, as he was sure everything Jungkook owned is expensive. He finished setting everything up and continued to stand, waiting for Jungkook to finish. Jungkook noticed this.

“You may sit down, Jimin. This will only take a few more minutes.”

“Can I help you carry out the food, sir?”

“I can handle this. Sit down.”

He did not push it anymore and quietly sat down. Jungkook placed all the food he reheated on the table. They quietly ate in silence. Jimin forgot he hasn’t personally thanked Jungkook yet.

“Sir, I just want to thank you for letting me stay here for a while. I promise I’ll continue searching for a place to live in.”

Jungkook nodded. Deep inside him, he’s secretly wishing Jimin will never find a place so he can just stay here.

“I can also help around here. I can cook, clean, and do laundry.”

“I hired Ha Yun to specifically do all of that. You don’t need to do anything.”

“I-I just want to help out, sir. I just want to repay you.”

“You know very well how you can repay me, Jimin.” Jungkook smirked.

Jimin blushed up to his ears. Of course, he can pay with his body. He lowered his head down and continued to eat. To Jimin’s insistence, Jungkook agreed that Jimin will clear out the table.

“Just leave the dishes on the sink. Ha Yun will take care of that tomorrow. Join me in the living room after that.”

Jimin cleaned the table and put the dirty dishes in the sink. He went to the living room to where Jungkook is. He was currently sitting on the couch, fiddling with the remote control of his huge television.

“Come sit beside me, Jimin. Do you like watching movies?”

“I-I only watched a few movies.”

“Oh? What do you like doing, then?”

Jimin looked at Jungkook with a surprised face. Jungkook broke another rule in their agreement – no sharing or asking about one’s personal life. He doesn’t know what’s happening, but he just went with whatever. He is in Jungkook’s house after all.

“I like dancing, sir. I used to dance in high school.”

“Do you not dance anymore?”

“Ever since I worked, I don’t have time to do all of that. I’d rather sleep.”

Jungkook slowly nodded in understanding. He can’t help but empathize with Jimin, because all his life, he never knew poverty or experienced hardships. He also had a lot of time in his hands. Sure, he worked hard to achieve his CEO position, but everything else was easy.

They kept a comfortable distance in the couch, but it was enough for their knees to lightly brush whenever they move. Jungkook adjusted his seating position and accidentally grabbed Jimin’s hand. Jimin looked at him and Jungkook did not let go of his hand. Instead, he pulled Jimin closer. He looked into Jimin’s eyes and slowly bought his face closer to Jimin’s. Next thing Jimin knew, Jungkook is kissing him again. Their kiss was soft, different from when they first kissed. There was no tongue. Jungkook was just gently nibbling and pecking his lips. Jungkook pulled away and patted his thigh.

“Come sit on my lap.”

Jimin stood up and slowly sat on Jungkook’s lap.

“The other way around, Jimin. Face me.”

Jimin thought for a moment on what position Jungkook is asking. Jungkook saw the hesitation in Jimin’s eyes and guided Jimin on his lap. He positioned Jimin’s thighs on either side of his. Jimin was now straddling him. He continued to kiss Jimin softly, caressing his tiny waist while he was at it. He slowly put his hands inside Jimin’s shirt and teased his nipples. Jimin moaned softly.

“Take off your shirt.”

Jimin quickly complied and took his shirt off. Jungkook started kissing his neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses, and sucking. He went down to his collarbones and left his mark too. He went lower and put a nipple in his mouth. Jimin mewled and put his hands on Jungkook’s shoulders to steady himself. Jungkook started to gently roll his hips to brush his cock on Jimin’s ass. Jimin followed the movements and gently grinded himself on Jungkook’s lap.

“Fuck, that feels good. Take off your shorts, then suck me off.”

He removed himself from Jungkook’s lap and peeled off his shorts, including his underwear. Jungkook did the same and took off his sweatpants and underwear. His cock sprang out, hard and standing proud. Jimin licked his lips and went on his knees; his cock twitching at the sight of Jungkook’s cock. He had learned to love Jungkook’s dick. He learned to touch himself while thinking of Jungkook’s huge dick ramming his throat or ass. He especially loved sucking Jungkook off. He loves the taste of his salty precum, and the way Jungkook’s dick fills his mouth.

Jimin got to work and started to lick the entirety of Jungkook’s cock; this made Jungkook hiss. After giving him numerous blowjobs, he became quite an expert at it. Jimin suckled gently on the cockhead while his tongue played with it inside. Jungkook threw his head back and sighed. Jimin slowly swallowed the cock whole until it reached his throat. He then stayed there for a while, his throat constricting the cock. Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s head and moaned.

“Your mouth feels amazing, baby. Fuck.”

Jimin’s head shot up and looked at Jungkook with wide eyes. Baby. He called him an endearment. He always called him a slut or a whore, never baby. It might have been just a slip of the tongue. He felt that he was doing good that’s why he said that.

He continued sucking Jungkook off. Starting slowly, hollowing his cheeks, and giving stronger suctions. He started going faster, taking the cock as deep as he can and using his hands for the rest that doesn’t fit his mouth. Jungkook started to lightly buck his hips, meeting Jimin’s mouth. He looked down and saw how Jimin’s lips are stretched on his cock, and that was enough to make him feel the familiar heat on his stomach. He pulled Jimin off of his cock. Jimin stared at him - face red with sweat, lips slick with spit. He carried Jimin and placed him on the couch. Jungkook stayed on the floor, sitting with his head back on the couch.

“Sit on my face, Jimin.”

“S-sir?” Jimin looked down on him from the couch, eyes wide.

“Sit on my face. Put that ass on my face.”

Jimin can feel his whole body heat up from embarrassment. Jungkook never made this kind of request.

“Move, Jimin. Bring that ass to my face.”

With shaky knees, Jimin put his legs on either side of Jungkook’s head. He looked down and saw Jungkook’s handsome face in the middle of his legs. He averted his gaze and blushed harder. Jungkook grabbed both of Jimin’s asscheeks and spread them apart to reveal his hole. He then pulled Jimin down to his face and started lapping on his hole. This made Jimin moan loudly. He sucked and licked on Jimin’s rim, moaning at the taste. The vibration of Jungkook’s moans travelled throughout Jimin’s body and made him shiver from pleasure. Jungkook started to insert his tongue inside his hole. He started adding his fingers with his tongue to help open up Jimin.

Above him, Jimin is panting and moaning. His body is shaking from pleasure with the assaults from Jungkook’s tongue and fingers. At some point, Jungkook’s fingers grazed his prostate, and he jolted from the sensation. This prompted Jungkook to pull out his fingers and slide himself off under Jimin.

“Lie down on your back.”

Jimin quickly lied on the couch, waiting for Jungkook. Jungkook pulled out a bottle of lube from the pocket of his sweatpants. He opened up the lube and slathered some on his cock.

“I wanna fuck you raw, Jimin. Is that okay? I’m clean, don’t worry.”

Did Jungkook just asked for his permission? Nonetheless, he nodded. He wanted to finally feel Jungkook’s cock inside him. Jungkook smiled at him and lined up his cock towards Jimin’s hole. He slowly inserted his cock in Jimin’s hole, stopping once in a while to let Jimin adjust to his size. Both of them moaned in unison when Jungkook finally bottomed out. He didn’t move for a while and just stared at Jimin’s face. He leaned in to kiss Jimin again.

“I’m gonna move now.”

Jungkook started moving his hips. He started slow, savoring the feel of Jimin’s insides. He started going faster, setting a delicious pace. Jimin is moaning and panting, grabbing Jungkook’s arms for leverage. Jungkook leaned down and kissed Jimin’s neck, biting and sucking fresh marks. He adjusted Jimin’s legs, and this new angle hit Jimin’s prostate spot on. Jimin moaned high in his throat. Jungkook smirked. He knows he hit the spot.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.”

Jungkook kept hitting Jimin’s prostate, until Jimin can feel the heat pool in his stomach.

“S-sir, I-I’m cumming.”

“Yeah? Cum for me, then.”

Jimin doesn’t need to be told twice. He came untouched, hard. All he can see is white. All he can hear is the ringing in his ears. His orgasm was so strong, his cock spurted a lot of cum. Jungkook fucked him to oversensitivity, chasing his own release. He was not far behind Jimin.

“I’m cumming, Jimin. Gonna cum inside you.”

With that, he came inside Jimin’s ass. Ropes of hot cum painted Jimin’s inside. Jimin sighed at the feeling. Jungkook kept Jimin close to him, being careful not to crush him. He loved the feeling of Jimin’s body close to him. He doesn’t want to let go at this point, but he also doesn’t want Jimin to feel uncomfortable.

“I’m pulling out now.”

 He slowly pulled out, and his cum gushed out of Jimin’s hole. He bit his lip at the sight. It looks so fucking hot, especially coming out of Jimin’s ass. Jimin was mortified, though. He made a mental note to clean the couch after this. He doesn’t want Ha Yun to clean up the mess they made and find out her boss is screwing him.

“Are you okay, Jimin?”

“Y-yes, sir. I’m fine.”

“Do you need some help standing up?”

“Ah, no! No, sir. I can do it.”

Jungkook watched as Jimin stood up from the couch, knees shaking. He watched as Jimin struggled to put his clothes on. It suddenly hit him how he treated Jimin before. How he fucked him stupid and left him to take care of himself. He must’ve struggled hard. For the first time, he felt guilt. He felt like he took advantage of Jimin’s situation for his own selfish reasons. He can’t watch Jimin struggle anymore, so he carried Jimin and went upstairs. Jimin was surprised with the sudden action. Jungkook never carried him before. He never even asked if he was okay after they finished fucking. He was always left alone. This is definitely something new.

Jungkook carried Jimin up to his room. When they got to the door of Jimin’s room, he opened it and went inside to deposit Jimin on his bed.

“Sorry for being too hard on you, Jimin.”

Jimin only stared back at Jungkook, shocked that the man was apologizing to him. This was a new side of Jungkook je was seeing.

“Go ahead and rest now. Good night.”

“Thank you, sir. Good night.”

Jungkook smiled and closed the door of Jimin’s room.

While soaking in his bathtub, Jungkook can finally confirm his developing feelings for Jimin. There was no denying it. Once he felt that guilt, he knew that was it. He wants Jimin in his life. He needs Jimin. He wondered if it was okay to finally give in to his feelings and woo Jimin. His parents are pressuring him to marry and for them, it really doesn’t matter where his spouse would come from. He’s sure they will accept Jimin. He sighed and made his decision that he’s never letting Jimin go. He will do everything he can to win him over.  

The next day, Jungkook decided to sleep in. It was Sunday, anyway. He put his phone on silent so he can sleep, undisturbed. What he doesn’t know though, was that Taehyung was bombarding him with text messages.

Taehyung:

Hey, Jungkook. I need to borrow your guitar. Yoongi hyung needs it.

You there?

You dead?

JUNGKOOK!

I’m going to your house to get it.

From what Jimin learned, Ha Yun doesn’t come to work every Sunday. It was like her rest day. Jimin decided he will clean the house while Jungkook is still asleep. He started with the couch they defiled last night. He was able to find the cleaning products that he needed to clean it. He started scrubbing the cum off of the expensive sofa, checking the carpet as well if there was cum that spilled over.

Just as he was finishing cleaning the sofa, the main door of the house suddenly opened. Jimin jumped in surprise. He was sure not anyone would know the code to Jungkook’s place. A tall man with wavy black hair went inside. He was dressed in designer clothes, which is a sign that he’s not an intruder. The man also looks well put together, not to mention very handsome. He must be Jungkook’s friend. The man stopped on his tracks when he saw Jimin. He smiled and gave Jimin a quick once over. Jimin is comfortably dressed in an oversized shirt with some shorts underneath. The shorts was not noticeable due to how big his shirt is.

“Well, well, well. Now, who do we have here?”

Taehyung approached Jimin and looked at him closely. He studied Jimin’s face. He thinks Jimin looks cute.

“What’s your name, pretty thing?”

“J-Jimin, sir.”

Taehyung’s eyes went wide, and his mouth formed into an O.

“So you’re Jimin, huh? No wonder Jeon is crazy about you. You’re fucking pretty.”

Taehyung lightly caressed Jimin’s cheek. Still entranced by how pretty he is. Jimin slightly lowered down his head, ears red from embarrassment.

“What are you doing here, Jimin? Did Jungkook keep you now?”

“Uhm, I…”

Before Jimin can answer, Jungkook came down the stairs.

“Taehyung. What the hell are you doing?”

Jimin jumped, and Taehyung only smiled.

“I sent you a lot of messages. You never replied. I just went here on my own.”

He turned back to Jimin and tucked Jimin’s hair over to his ear.

“Jimin here is just keeping me company. Didn’t know you’re keeping him here.”

Jungkook sighed.

“Just get what the hell you need and get out of here.”

“Oh. Aren’t you gonna introduce me?” Taehyung asked with a raised brow.

Jungkook muttered a curse but introduced Taehyung anyway.

“Jimin, this is Taehyung. One of the people I trust. Taehyung, this is Jimin.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Jimin.” Taehyung grabbed Jimin’s right hand and placed a kiss on it.

Jungkook shoved Taehyung hard and gave him a deathly glare. Taehyung only laughed. Jungkook was being possessive. Jungkook is in love.

“I’ll just get the guitar, and I’ll get off of your hair.” He went upstairs to Jungkook’s room.

Jungkook looked at Jimin and gave him a shy smile.

“I’m sorry about Taehyung. I trust him a lot, but he’s a real menace.”

“That’s okay, sir.”

Jimin smiled at him, his eyes turning to cute little crescents. His cute little crooked tooth also made an appearance, which made him looked more endearing. Jungkook smiled back. A real, genuine smile. He felt warm inside.

“From now on Jimin, call me Jungkook. No more sir.”

Jimin looked at him in apprehension. He thinks that maybe Jungkook is now comfortable with him. He trusts him now. He only nodded at Jungkook.

Taehyung came down the stairs, a black guitar in hand.

“Yoongi hyung will borrow this for a while. His new guitar hasn’t arrived yet.”

“Yeah, whatever. Let him use it for as long as he likes.”

Taehyung nodded and looked back at Jimin. He smiled at him.

“It was nice meeting you, Jimin.”

He then poked a finger on Jungkook’s chest.

“Also, you and I need to have a nice long talk.”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

Taehyung laughed as he flipped a finger at Jungkook then left the house. Jimin and Jungkook was left alone in the living room. He noticed the cleaning supplies on the coffee table.

“What were you doing, Jimin?”

“Oh. I-I was just cleaning the couch. Uhm, from last night?”

Jungkook snickered. Of course. He checked the time; it was almost lunch time. He felt that it was a start to take Jimin out.

“Why don’t you put those away, Jimin. Then, get dressed. Let’s go out for lunch.”

Jungkook went upstairs to his room, but Jimin was rooted to his spot. Going out for lunch? Why? He slowly gathered the cleaning supplies and put them back to the cleaning closet. He dressed up comfortably in a silk shirt and jeans. He then went downstairs and saw Jungkook already waiting for him. They took the elevator down to the basement where Jungkook parks his car.

“What do you feel like eating, Jimin?”

“Uhm, I really don’t have a preference. Anything will do.”

“What’s the most favorite thing you love to eat, though?”

“I-I really love kimchi fried rice.”

“Then, that’s what we’re eating.”

They drove to a cozy barbecue place in Itaewon. It was nestled between a comfortable spot in a slightly hidden alley, where a few shops are.

“This is one of my favorite barbecue places. They serve great kimchi rice here, too.”

Jimin smiled at Jungkook and nodded. As their food arrived, Jungkook grabbed the tongs and started grilling the meat. Jimin looked at him in wonder.

“Can I help you in grilling?”

“It’s okay, Jimin. I can do it.”

He watched as Jungkook expertly grilled the meat. Once it was done, he piled a good amount of meat onto Jimin’s plate.

“Go ahead and eat. It’s good while it’s still hot. Be careful, though.”

Jimin stared at Jungkook for a while. It’s so different to see this side of Jungkook. Gone was the cold, expressionless man he first saw. This Jungkook was warm, glowing, caring, even. Jimin thinks he likes this version of the man. He hopes this will not change after all of this.

They ate together in comfortable silence, commenting on the food once in a while. Jimin thinks it’s cute how Jungkook’s face frowns when he appreciates the food. He also thinks Jungkook’s bunny smile tugs a few strings in his heart. Jungkook is hot and adorable at the same time. For the first time in a long time, Jimin felt that familiar feeling again.

Jungkook kept stealing glances at Jimin while eating. He wants to badly pinch Jimin’s cheeks whenever they puff out while chewing. He’s too darn cute. He suddenly remembered what Jimin told him; that he liked dancing. Jungkook thought it was a good opportunity to take him to their next destination.

“Jimin, we’ll go to another place after this if that’s okay.”

“Yes, that’s okay.”

The finished their meal and left the restaurant to their other destination. Jungkook suggested that they just walk, as it was just a few blocks away from the restaurant. Jimin was puzzled again. Did they just break another rule? Well, technically, that rule was he was not allowed to disclose that they are hooking up together. He just thinks it’s the same as being seen with each other. Jungkook is walking very closely beside him, their arms rubbing while walking. However, it looks like Jungkook doesn’t mind it. He looked comfortable.

They arrived in a small building. Inside, they were met with a cheerful man who looked very excited to see them.

“Kookie! What brings you here?”

“Hello, Hobi. I want you to meet someone.”

He then turned to Jimin.

“Hobi, this is Jimin. Jimin, this is Hobi. He owns this dance studio.”

Dance studio? Why did Jungkook bought him here?

“It’s nice to meet you, Jimin!” Hobi bowed and enthusiastically shook Jimin’s hand.

Jungkook then turned to Jimin and smiled at him.

“You mentioned that you used to love dancing, but never got a chance to continue that. Well, you can do what you love again, Jimin. You can dance here with Hobi or if you want, you can help Hobi with teaching.”

“That’s right! I need someone to help me out here! We now have a lot of students enrolled, and I really need an extra hand.”

“What do you think, Jimin?” Jungkook looked at Jimin with a fond smile.

Jimin really loved dancing. If there is one thing he wants to do until he perishes, it was to dance. It was the first job that he tried to look for when he first stepped on Seoul, but no one wants to hire him. Now that he has this opportunity, he thinks it’s just right to accept.

“Yes. I’d love to help.”

“Wonderful, Jimin! You can start right away! You can pick whatever schedule works for you.”

Jungkook smiled at Jimin. For the first time, he saw how Jimin glowed from happiness. He wants to always see that.

“Why don’t you try dancing for a bit, Jimin? You know, just so I can gage what you can teach.” Hobi smiled.

Jimin suddenly turned red. It’s been so long since he danced. Not to mention, dancing to an audience. Jungkook encouraged him, coaxing him further. He finally agreed. He took a deep breath and cleared his head. He imagined himself alone, moving his body to the music. He gracefully executed each move with ease. Jungkook was mesmerized by Jimin’s dance. He can feel the passion with Jimin’s movements. It feels like Jimin was really born to dance. When the dance was over, both Jungkook and Hobi stood up from their seats and clapped as hard as they can.

“That was wonderful, Jimin! It looks like contemporary dance is your forte. That’s great because I need someone to teach that kind of dance style!”

“Thank you so much, Hobi. I’ll do my best.”

The three of them talked more, until there was nothing left to talk about. They finally left Hobi’s dance studio after a while and they decided to walk along the Han river. Jungkook bought them ice cream to snack on while they walked.

“I-I want to thank you for today, sir…I mean…Jungkook. Thank you.”

Jungkook smiled at him. It was the first time he heard his name come out of Jimin’s lips. It sounded wonderful. He wants to hear it more often.

“You’re always welcome, Jimin. Also…I…can we…can we do this more often?”

They stopped walking, Jimin pondering the question.  Do what often?

“What do you mean? Do what often?”

“Uhm…this. I mean…let’s go out often? I…I just want to know you better, Jimin.”

Jimin can’t help but smile at the flustered Jungkook. He was touching his nape in embarrassment, and he finds that so endearing. Jimin welcomed the change in Jungkook’s attitude towards him, and he thinks it’s okay for them to get to know each other. Who knows.

“Sure. I’d like that.”

Jungkook smiled his adorable bunny smile. He’s so happy that Jimin gave him a chance. He hopes he can make up for all the things that he has done in the past. He wants to be a better man for Jimin.

The next day, Jimin awoke from his morning alarm. He put the alarm on snooze and rolled over to nap a little more. The bed and covers felt soft and warm to the touch, and he can’t help but sleep again. His eyes suddenly shot up and he rolled out of bed at the realization where he is right now. He forgot he’s now staying at Jungkook’s home, which is quite far from the Moon Café. He needs to prepare now so he won’t be late for work. He rushed to the bathroom to prepare himself and quickly dressed for work. He rushed to go downstairs, and almost bumped into Jungkook who was preparing for his morning workout. He eyed him curiously.

“Where are you off to, Jimin?”

“I’m going to work. I forgot I’m staying here, and the Moon Café is quite far from here.”

Jungkook nodded in understanding.

“Why don’t you have breakfast first, Jimin? Then, I can just drop you off your work.”

“Oh, no need to drop me off. I can just take the train.”

“No, I insist. Please? Come, I’ll make some breakfast first.”

Jungkook took Jimin’s wrist and dragged him to the kitchen. He made Jimin sit down and went off to prepare them breakfast. Jimin just stared in awe. He loves Jungkook’s good side. All his life, he was never taken care of. Sure, his mom always tended to him, but this is a different kind of care. The warm and tingling feelings are coming back. Jungkook served him breakfast and sat on the seat beside him.

“Tell me, Jimin. Why can’t you leave your work in the café?”

Jimin swallowed hard and carefully looked at Jungkook.

“I owe Seokjin hyung my life. When I first stepped foot in Seoul, I had no one. I had no money. I had nowhere to go. Seokjin hyung found me on the steps of his café, cold and hungry. He let me in, fed me, and gave me a job. He even let me sleep in the café when I still had nowhere to stay. I just want to work for him until I can.”

Jungkook felt the shame flood his guts. Again, he remembered all the things he has done and how he took advantage of an innocent, kind-hearted Jimin.

“Jimin, I want to apologize for everything I’ve done in the past. I was selfish. I’m sorry.”

Jimin smiled at him and nodded.

“It’s okay, Jungkook. It was my choice, anyway. All the money you have given me helped me and my mother a lot.”

“Are you still paying for the debts?”

“Yes, we are. So far, we are able to pay half of what my father owes. A little more, and we’ll be free.”

Jungkook nodded. He made a mental note to ask Taehyung to check on those debts. They finished their breakfast and Jungkook dropped Jimin off to his work. Seokjin saw the familiar car pull up on front of his café, and out comes Jimin from the car. Seokjin raised an eyebrow. Strange that a CEO would drive one of his employees to work.

Back at his office, Jungkook called Taehyung to come. He asked Taehyung to pull up information about Jimin’s father’s debts to check how much he still needs to pay. Taehyung just raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

“Before I do that, what’s the score between the two of you?’

Jungkook glared at him. He knows Taehyung will never stop. He sighed and cleared his throat.

“I’m just helping him out.”

“Helping? You’re already keeping him in your house!”

Jungkook poked his cheek with his tongue. This man will never stop. He bit his lip and proceeded to tell Taehyung the whole story. When he finished, Taehyung stared at him in shock.

“You’re fucking unbelievable! You made him a whore!”

“I know. I know. And I hate myself for it. If I can just turn back time and undo everything, I will.”

Taehyung rubbed his temples in frustration.

“Everything is different now, Tae. I…I want to protect him. I want to take care of him. I don’t know when it happened, but I…I like him. I like him now. I don’t want to lose him. I want to make it up to him.”

Taehyung’s expression softened. He saw Jungkook’s guilt and shame. For the first time in a long time, Jungkook finally liked someone again. He may have played around, but he only had one serious relationship; and that was such a long time ago. It was nice to see Jungkook care for someone again. He approached Jungkook and rubbed his shoulders to soothe him.

“I get it. It looks like you’re down bad. So, what’s gonna happen now?”

“We had our first little date yesterday. I asked him if we can go out more often, he said yes. This morning, I made him breakfast and dropped him off to his work.”

“Boy, you are really down bad.” Taehyung chuckled.

“He told me half of his story, and I really feel guilty. I want to treat him right this time. Treat him like how he should be treated. I want to give him everything.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you. Just make sure that you’ll make it right this time.”

“I will, Tae. I definitely will.”

At the end of the day, Taehyung was able to pull up the information Jungkook needed. The amount was something Jungkook can easily pay without even denting his bank account. He didn’t pay right away, though. He needs to ask Jimin his permission first before he does something. He doesn’t want to overstep.

Jungkook picked Jimin up from work later that day. Before he can even exit his car, Seokjin was already knocking on his window.

“Yes, Kookie? Are you here for coffee, or for one of my employees?”

Jungkook scratched his head. He doesn’t know how to answer that question.

“I saw you dropping off Jimin this morning. And now, you’re picking him up. What’s up?”

Jungkook sighed and proceeded to tell Seokjin the story. He left out the part of what work Jimin used to do for him.

“So, you like him?!”

“I…Yes, I do. I like him, hyung.”

“Oh, Kookie that’s wonderful!” Seokjin clapped his hands in excitement. “Jimin is a very nice person, I can tell you that. He’s very hardworking as well. So, he lives with you now?”

“Yes, he does. He’s still looking for a place to live, but I’m secretly hoping he’d just want to stay with me.”

“Awwww my little Kookie! You like him so much! I hope the best works out for the two of you.”

Jimin came out of the café and saw Seokjin and Jungkook talking to each other. He was too shy to approach the two, but Seokjin spotted him.

“And here he is! Run along now, Jimin.” Jimin bowed and Seokjin whispered in his ear. “Don’t worry, I know.” And gave him a mischievous wink. Jimin blushed at that. Seokjin now knows he’s staying at Jungkook’s.

They ate dinner in silence that night. However, Jungkook can’t stop thinking of the information Taehyung provided him earlier.

“Jimin, I want to ask you something.”

“What is it, Jungkook?”

“I want to help you out with your father’s debts.”

Jimin stared at him. Mouth wide open in shock.

“No! No, you don’t have to do that. You’ve helped me enough.”

“Please, Jimin. Let me help you.”

“W-why are you doing this, Jungkook?”

Jungkook can’t think of a better answer, so he thinks it’s time to confess. He turned to Jimin and looked him in the eyes.

“Jimin, I’m really sorry for all the things I’ve done to you. I really am. I-I don’t know when it happened, but…I want to take care of you, Jimin. I want you to be always by my side. I…I like you, Jimin. This might be more than like, but…yeah. That’s how I feel.”

Jimin covered his mouth in surprise. He blushed. He didn’t expect Jungkook will like him. Sure he was mean and cold before, but he did see the subtle changes from him. Most especially when he stayed in his house.

“I…I don’t know what to say, Jungkook. I mean, I do appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I’m really thankful for you.”

“I’m more thankful to you, Jimin. I’m so happy we met. So, will you let me help you?”

Jimin thought for a moment. He knows Jungkook can pay all of the debts in one go, but he doesn’t want Jungkook to think he’s taking advantage of him. Jungkook can see the apprehension in Jimin’s face. He held Jimin’s hand.

“Jimin, you’ll never be indebted to me. You don’t have to pay me back. I just want you to enjoy your life like you deserve. You’ve been working your ass off for years now, and you haven’t enjoyed anything yet. Think of this as my way of taking care of you. Please, let me take care of you.”

Jimin looked at their joined hands and looked at Jungkook’s doe eyes. He can see the sincerity in Jungkook’s eyes. He must really like him. He chuckled at the thought.

“Okay, Jungkook. I’ll let you help me.”

Jungkook held his hand tighter and smiled widely.

‘Thank you, Jimin. I have another request too.”

“What is it?”

“Please stop looking for a place to live. Just stay here with me. This home was so lonely before you.”

Jimin laughed at that. Jungkook was so ridiculous. Adorably ridiculous. He can’t help but pinch his cheek.

“Okay. I’ll stay here.”

Jungkook can’t help but pull Jimin into a hug. Jimin was surprised but reciprocated the hug anyway. He felt the warm, tingling feeling again. It felt good. Jungkook gave him a chaste kiss on his cheek and looked Jimin in the eyes.

“I will be better for you, Jimin. You deserve everything. I will show you how you should be treated. Please, just trust me.”

Jimin, overwhelmed by emotions, felt tears stream down his face. He silently wishes that this will be the end of his suffering. He doesn’t want to cry and be miserable anymore. He has given his life a lot of chances, so why not give Jungkook a chance? Jungkook wiped the tears from his face and kissed his forehead. He carried Jimin upstairs, to his own bedroom and gently laid him there. They did not fuck, but instead embraced each other; just basking in each other’s warmth. They gave each other chaste, soft kisses, whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ears. To Jungkook. Jimin is not a casual fuck anymore, Jimin is the person he can envision his life with.

Before his alarm went off, he felt a hand stroking his hair and planting a warm kiss on his forehead. With bleary eyes, Jimin tried to focus on the person above him.

“Good morning, Jimin. I made you breakfast before you go to work.”

Jimin saw a smiling Jungkook with a tray laden with breakfast. Breakfast in bed. This is the first time he experienced it. He blushed and covered his face with his hands. Jungkook chuckled. He kissed the top of Jimin’s head and gently removed his hands from his face.

“Get used to it, sweetheart. I told you I’ll take care of you. Also, I’m your hyung after all.”

“Wait. I forgot about that part. You never asked me to call you hyung!”

Jungkook laughed. “Your choice, then. You can call me hyung if you want.”

Jungkook kissed Jimin’s plump lips and urged him to get up. They ate together in bed, Jungkook subtly feeding Jimin more food. They talked and laughed a little, sharing more stories about themselves. Jimin found out that Jungkook loves riding motorcycles, loves to eat and drink, loves animals, loves boxing and working out, loves to play video games, and is good at almost everything. Jungkook found out that Jimin loves dancing the most, also loves animals, also loves to play video games, and that he loves to read. These little things about themselves makes them want to know each other more, and maybe try each other’s interests.

Days went by, and Jungkook now picked up a new routine every morning. Instead of going out to jog, he’ll just prepare breakfast for the two of them, prepare himself for work, drive Jimin to work, and just use the company’s gym to workout. Then every afternoon, instead of going overtime for work or going out with friends, he will just pick Jimin from work and spend more time with him. Sometimes they will go to Seoul’s famous tourist spots, as Jimin never went to any of them being that he was so busy working his ass off. Jungkook loves the way Jimin’s eyes go round with awe, and the way Jimin’s eyes disappear when he smiles. Jungkook thinks it’s the most beautiful sight. Sometimes, they will go to the shopping center to check out the stores. Jimin never asked Jungkook to buy him anything, but they always left with tons of shopping bags just because Jimin laid his eyes on something, and Jungkook will immediately buy it for him. When he asked why Jungkook is spending too much on him, he simply answered: “I finally have someone to spend my money on.” Jimin just shook his head and tried to suppress his smile.

As Jungkook promised, the debts left by Jimin’s father are paid in full. Taehyung compiled all the companies and contacted every person Jimin’s father was indebted to. It only took a day’s work for everything to be cleared out. This prompted Jimin’s mother to call her son, as she was surprised that everything has been paid off including the ballooning interest. Jimin felt that he needs to explain this personally to his mother, so to Jungkook’s insistence, they invited Jimin’s mother to Seoul. Jimin’s reunion with his mother spilled a lot of waterworks. He carefully explained everything to his mother but left out the kind of work he did with Jungkook. He introduced Jungkook as “someone special” and explained that he was the one who helped him out with the debts. Jimin’s mother thanked Jungkook profusely and Jungkook got all shy about it, bowing and blushing all the way. They asked Jimin’s mother if she wants to stay in Seoul and move out of Busan, but she declined. She said that she will continue to live in Busan but will move out of their home as that house left her with bitter memories and scars. They also learned that Jimin’s father has left the country and is living under a different identity somewhere in Asia.

Before Jimin’s mother left Seoul, she pulled Jungkook aside and talked to him sincerely.

“Please take care of my son. He’s all that I have left. The burden that I was supposed to carry alone, he carried it more than I did. I know how much he suffered, and I don’t want him to feel that again. He’s young. He deserves a better life. Thank you so much for helping him.”

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Park. I promise I will take care of your son. He’s very precious to me, and I can’t think of a life without him. I swear he’ll be in good hands. I’ll protect him.” Jimin’s mother can’t help but hug Jungkook.

A month in Jungkook’s place, and Jimin is more comfortable. True to his word, Jungkook took great care of him. Ha Yun only comes on the weekends now, as Jungkook prepares their meals every morning and every night. Jimin does his best to help out with the cleaning and tidying, but Jungkook always reminds him not to overwork himself. They still sleep on separate bedrooms, but sometimes find themselves sleeping together in either of their rooms. Jimin finds himself falling for Jungkook every day. He can feel the sincerity and care. However, there’s one big change that happened, it was their lack of sex.

Jimin thought that Jungkook may have lost interest in fucking him, but he doesn’t believe that’s the case. Jungkook’s touches and kisses are suggestive, but he didn’t proceed to second base. Jimin thinks that maybe Jungkook still feels guilty about their past set-up and all the nasty things he did. Tonight, Jimin wants to assure Jungkook that everything is okay. They will not fuck tonight, but they definitely will make love.

Jimin thoroughly showered and used the luxurious bath products Jungkook bought for him. He thoroughly cleaned himself and made sure to scrub every single crevice of his body. He slathered on the most delicious smelling body oil and lotion he has and spritzed a little perfume. He wore the new pastel yellow lingerie that Jungkook bought for him; said that he would look cute in it, like a seductive little chick. He wore the biggest shirt he owned with no shorts underneath, Jungkook always liked him that way. When he was all set, he marched towards Jungkook’s room and knocked. Jungkook opened the door with a smile as he drank the sight of Jimin.

“Can we cuddle tonight, Jungkookie?” He started calling him Jungkookie a few weeks ago, which Jungkook very much liked.

“Of course! Anything for you, sweetheart.”

They cuddled in Jungkook’s king-sized bed while they watched a little TV. Jimin’s hand subtly caressed the expanse of Jungkook’s abdomen. Jungkook always slept shirtless, and caressing his skin became one of Jimin’s favorite pastime. He started tracing figure eights on his skin and lightly grazed his fingernail on his skin. He can feel Jungkook’s muscle tighten from the touch. Jimin smirked and continued his attack. Jungkook kissed the top of his head and inhaled the scent of Jimin’s hair.

“You smell so good.”

“I want a kiss, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook chuckled and stroked Jimin’s face.

“What’s gotten into you, sweetheart? You’re exceptionally sweet and clingy today. Not that I’m complaining of course.”

Jungkook didn’t wait for Jimin’s reply and pecked his lips. Jimin in turn, held Jungkook’s face in his hands and pulled him back for a kiss. A deeper kiss. A deep, sensual kiss. Jungkook’s eyes widened in surprise but reciprocated the kiss with the same intensity. When their tongues clashed, both of them moaned into the kiss. When they were both breathless, Jimin looked into Jungkook’s eyes with an almost pleading look.

“I want you, Jungkookie. Please take me.”

Jungkook’s breath hitched. He didn’t need to be told twice. He pinned Jimin down on the bed and gave him a slow, deep kiss. Tonight, he wants to take his time with Jimin. He wants to worship his body and make slow passionate love. His tongue traced Jimin’s lips, down to his jaw, until he reached Jimin’s neck. He softly kissed his neck, but sucked marks in it’s wake. Jimin mewled when Jungkook sucked the junction of his shoulder and neck. He was especially sensitive there, and Jungkook knows.

He removed the oversized shirt Jimin is wearing, and the air was knocked out of his lungs. Jimin is wearing the new lingerie set he gifted him. The set hugged Jimin’s curves in all the right places, and the color looks beautiful on his milky white skin. The urge to eat Jimin is strong. He wants to devour him whole.

“Fuck. You’re so beautiful, baby. Wanna eat you up.” Jungkook’s voice dropped an octave, and Jimin shivered at that. “I’m gonna fuck you with this on, baby. You look so good.”

Jungkook continued to kiss down Jimin’s body until he reached his perky nipples. He mouthed his nipples through the bralette, and Jimin keened. He swirled his tongue over the hardened bud and gently pulled it with his teeth. Jimin grabbed his head and pushed him further on his chest.

“Mhhhmmm…feels so good, hyung.” It was the first time Jimin called him hyung, and it went straight to his cock. Jungkook moved the cups of the bralette to expose the nipples and sucked eagerly. He did not stop until both of Jimin’s nipples are swollen from sucking and biting.

He stopped to look at Jimin, he was panting and sweaty, chest heaving from want. His mouth ventured south towards the soft expanse of toned tummy, kissing a wet trail on the surface. He sucked marks on Jimin’s tummy too, telling him that he’s more beautiful with his marks on him. Finally, is mouth reached Jimin’s pink, leaking cock. It was peeking through the band of the lacy yellow thongs he was wearing, ready to be sucked. Jungkook teased the head of Jimin’s cock with his tongue. Jimin let out a sensual moan and arched his back in pleasure. He lowered down the thongs a little to take out Jimin’s cock. When it was finally out, he sucked his cock whole without warning. Jimin bucked his hips and grabbed Jungkook’s head for leverage, and Jungkook let him. Tonight, he will let Jimin do as he pleases. He hollowed his cheeks to suck harder. Jimin can feel the familiar sensation tighten on his abdomen, and he pushed Jungkook’s head off of his cock.

“H-hyung! Stop! I don’t wanna cum yet. Please stop.”

Jungkook released Jimin’s cock with a pop and crawled over to Jimin to give him a peck on the lips.

“Whatever you want, baby. What else do you want? This is your night.”

Jimin thought while looking into Jungkook’s eyes. He cupped Jungkook’s face and kissed him.

“I just want you to make love to me tonight, hyung. Just take me.”

Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat. Love. He wants to make love. He wants to cry from joy. Jimin is making him feel things again. He will show him how much he is loved and cared for. He dove in and kissed Jimin passionately.

“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

“Can I suck you, hyung?”

“No need, baby. Tonight is all about you.”

With that, Jungkook went down and removed the thongs completely. He wanted to fuck Jimin with his thongs on, but he’ll just save that for another day. He softly kissed and licked the insides of Jimin’s thighs; he made sure he left his marks on them. Jimin shivered with want, gripping the sheets under him. Jungkook finally reached his hole and spread Jimin’s asscheeks apart to expose the tight ring of muscle. He’ll never get tired of the sight of Jimin’s pink puckered hole. He softly blew air on the hole and watched it contract from the feeling. He gave it a soft kitten-like lick and Jimin let out the sexiest moan he had ever heard.

“You sound so beautiful, Jimin. Let me hear you more.”

He licked a long broad stripe from Jimin’s hole to his balls, then he drew circles with his tongue on Jimin’s rim. He can see how Jimin arched his back from off of the bed, and how he opened his legs more to accommodate him. He sucked and slurped the rim with a purpose and began to insert his tongue inside. He wiggled his tongue inside Jimin’s ass and Jimin is reduced to nothing but a litany of moans. He thrusted his tongue inside while adding a finger to help open up Jimin; his saliva aiding with the slide inside. He looked at Jimin from time to time to make sure he’s not hurting him, but all he can see in Jimin’s face is pleasure. Before he adds another finger, he asked Jimin to get the lube from his bedside drawer. He lubed two of his fingers and gently pushed them back inside Jimin’s ass. He slowly scissored Jimin open to carefully open him to take his cock. He continued the motion for a while, until Jimin grabbed his hand to stop him.

“That’s enough, hyung. Want you, please.”

“Are you sure you can take me now?”

“Yes! I can take you now. Please, hyung. Please.”

“Shhhh. No need to beg, my baby.”

Jungkook coated his cock with a generous amount of lube and stroked it. Jimin followed the movements of Jungkook’s hands as he stroked his hard, veiny cock. Jungkook put some lube on Jimin’s hole too just to make sure that there will be no pain once he puts his cock inside. Once everything is lubed up, he positioned his cock to Jimin’s hole and gently pushed inside. He heard Jimin hiss and tighten his hole, but relaxed when he caressed his thighs. He fed his cock into Jimin’s hole little by little until he finally bottomed out. They both let out a moan when Jungkook’s balls met the cheeks of Jimin’s ass. Jungkook stayed, unmoving on top of Jimin to let him adjust to his size. He stared at Jimin’s face and burned the image in his memory. He’ll never get tired of looking at Jimin’s lovely face. He bent down and kissed his lips, now red and bitten raw. He slowly moved his hips and thrusted slow and deep into Jimin. He pulled his cock until the cockhead and slowly thrusted it back again. He continued this slow and torturous pace until Jimin whined from under him.

He chuckled at the frustrated whine. He put a pillow under Jimin’s hips to tilt him a little and to make him more comfortable. He then set a faster pace, fucking Jimin harder and deeper. He knows he hit Jimin’s prostate when he let out a loud moan, almost screaming in ecstasy. He continued pounding into Jimin, now setting a brutal pace. He can feel Jimin’s hole tighten and twitch, indicating that he is near his release. He can feel his own release approaching, fueled by Jimin’s moans and his beautiful face, twisted in carnal pleasure.

“Are you cumming, baby?”

“Yes, hyung! Yes! I’m cumming!”

“Let’s cum together.” With one final thrust, they came together in unison. They rode out their highs together, panting and sighing. Jungkook collapsed on top of Jimin but was still careful not to crush him. He tiredly lifted his head and planted small pecks on Jimin’s face as he carefully removed his softening cock out of Jimin’s hole. He slowly stood from the bed and swiped off a few pieces of hair that was on Jimin’s sweaty forehead.

“Wait here, baby. I’ll just run the bath.”

Jungkook went to the bathroom to fill the bathtub with warm water. He added Jimin’s favorite bath bomb into the water and waited for it to completely dissolve. He then went back to the bedroom and carried a giggling Jimin to the bath. They are both soaking in the tub, with Jungkook embracing Jimin in a back hug, and Jimin’s head resting on Jungkook’s firm chest. For the first time, Jimin felt genuinely happy and contented with his life. His father’s debts are paid off, he can dance again, his mother is living peacefully, and most of all, he is in the arms of the man who showed hm the beauty of life. Though their first meeting was bad, and their setup was born purely out of desperation, Jungkook made it up to him and showed him how badly he wants Jimin in his life. Jungkook was not afraid to voice out his feelings to Jimin, even if Jimin sometimes doesn’t reciprocate. It’s not that he doesn’t want to reciprocate, it’s just that he wants to be sure of his feelings. However, right at this very moment, Jimin is now sure of his feelings for Jungkook.

“Jungkookie, I wanna tell you something.” He faced Jungkook and looked into his round doe eyes. “First, I wanna say thank you. Thank you for showing me that life is beautiful. Before, I feel so hopeless and wanted to end it all, but you came just in time to pull me out of that mess. Second, I know that you think that I’m emotionally constipated for not reciprocating as much, but I just wanted to be sure of myself. Now, I know I’m very sure. Jungkook, I love you. I love you so much.”

Tears ran down from Jungkook’s eyes. Jimin finally said the words he was longing to hear. He has everything in life, and all that was missing is Jimin. Now, he has Jimin too. He embraced Jimin tightly and kissed the side of his head.

“Thank you, Jimin. Thank you for coming in my life. Most of all, thank you for trusting me and giving me a chance to love you. I love you so much, Jimin.”

They kissed passionately and whispered their I love you’ s to each other, promising a life together.