24th Dec, Thursday
The Annual Christmas Gala was everything he imagined it to be. With their investors, shareholders, and prestigious clients attending apart from their staff, the Parks always made it an entertaining, unforgettable event.
Usually, they booked a huge meeting room or a ballroom. This time though, they’ve booked a wedding hall with a garden. It looked every bit magical with lights strewn along the way. The venue was a mixture of red, gold and white colors decorated to the nines.
Jungkook’s eyes were glued to the chocolate fondue fountain with fruit buffet and variety of snacks. He instinctively knew he’d be spending a lot of time around that for the rest of the night. The best thing about the events hosted by Park Corporation was the food. They served the best.
Tae and Jungkook crowded the chocolate fountain, snacking on a pretzel. Beside him Tae hummed in approval as he munched on a strawberry. They had at least six makeshift bars situated at different parts of the venue, so the crowd was equally distributed. He noticed a few indoor games set up in the garden area where the staff was huddled around playing pool, darts, and other games.
The VIP guests and their dates were on the other side of the party hall, talking in groups. Men and woman dressed in expensive designer clothes and sparkling jewelry mingled with a glass of champagne. Securities dressed in elegant suits monitored the area.
Though it was an open space, Jungkook could clearly spot the difference between the higher ups and the ordinary staff. It made Jungkook realize how different his world was from that of Jimin’s.
Taehyung squeezed his shoulder as if sensing his line of thoughts. “Don’t finish that thought,” he warned.
“I don’t know how you even know what I’m thinking about.”
“I know you well and I’ve been to events too you know,” he pointed out. “Majority of the business happens in gatherings like this. They might look like they’re just chatting but who knows how many business deals are finalized by the end of the night?”
These events were important for networking. Jungkook knew that, but it still didn’t ease his mind. He—
“I said to stop overthinking.”
“I hate you sometimes,” Jungkook grumbled.
“We both know you love me. Now come on. Let’s find Yoongi hyung.” Tae dragged him through the throng of people, careening through the crowd and grabbing expensive-looking Champagne on their way.
Jungkook accepted the drink but made no move to consume it knowing what would entail if he did that. Also, he was their driver tonight. So, this glass would have to do for the rest of the night. The party started at eight and they showed up fashionably late, which was only thirty minutes. They found Yoongi talking to a group of people and went right to him.
Tae greeted Yoongi with a half hug while Yoongi grinned at the both of them. Jungkook decided to stick to the pair until Jimin showed up.
He watched the others having fun while pretending to nurse his champagne. It had been a while since they reached the party. Yoongi and Tae were mingling really well. A lot of people came to talk to Yoongi and his hyung was pretty decent in holding long conversations compared to him. Tae fit right in though, he was glued to Jungkook to keep him company most of the time.
He hadn’t realized how much time had passed when his bullies finally made an appearance for the night.
“Your boyfriend stood up on you, huh?” Yunho started much to Tae’s chagrin.
“Aren’t you a little lonely tonight, Jungkookie? Wanna join us?” Lee extended a mock greeting.
“Can’t you see we’re having a conversation here?” Tae shot back with his eyes narrowed but the others only snickered.
“Oh, we can definitely see that. It’s just that our Jungkook here said that he will be here with his boyfriend,” Chao pointed out.
Jungkook put a hand on Tae’s forearm, stopping him from replying again and turned his attention to his drink. Yoongi was pulled away by someone earlier that left Tae and Jungkook alone. Jimin told him that he’d be late. But when he checked the time again, it was over an hour already. Not that he minded, Jimin was a busy man. Every second of his time was money. That was how the business world worked. And he didn’t want to waste that time on these people, whose main job was to poke their noses into other people’s business.
“Come on, Jungkookie. Don’t be a spoiled sport. We just want to meet him.” Chao nudged his hand.
“We just wanted to say hi to this boyfriend. We’re his colleagues after all.” Yunho shrugged with his shitty smile that irked Jungkook.
Jungkook shrugged. “I’d rather you don’t say hi.”
“Ah, possessive much?” They chuckled amongst themselves obviously entertained by his reply. “Now that’s really petty. We all know who’s the faggot here, don’t we?”
Tae lunged for them only for Jungkook to stop him again.
“That’s enough!” Came Yoongi’s voice from behind them. “Say that word again, I’ll make sure you don’t set foot into Park Corporation for breaching the code of conduct,” he warned, daring them to challenge him.
“Oh, I…I—” Yunho gaped.
“If I ever hear you bullying my brother again…” he trailed off. “I’m not a patient man. I stayed silent because I thought it was just some harmless banter. Leave us. I’ll be sure to have a word with Sungmin-ssi.”
“We didn’t…we didn’t mean it that way,” Yunho sputtered.
“I don’t care whether you meant it or not,” Yoongi hissed, his fingers tightening around the neck of his glass. “My brother’s dating life or sexuality is none of your concern and seriously fuck off. I see you near him again, you’re fired.”
“You-You can’t do that,” Chao’s eyes widened as he turned to his friend. “He-He can’t do that, can he?”
“Yoongi hyung!” Someone called and the other’s eyes widened more.
“Give me a minute, Hoseok-ah,” Yoongi said over his shoulder without even turning, his gaze fixated on the others. “Like I said, I can and I will if you don’t behave. Now, if you’ll excuse me…I have to entertain my dongsaeng a bit.” A smile lifted the corner of his lips. “Oh, I forgot that’s also one of our bosses.” He smirked before pivoting on his heel and walking to Hoseok who was beaming at him.
Jungkook watched with an amused grin as Hoseok wrapped a hand around Yoongi’s shoulder leading him somewhere.
“Fuck! I almost nutted at that display,” Taehyung whispered to Jungkook. “Can he get any hotter? I’m totally getting railed today.”
Jungkook snorted, ignoring the others and turning to his childhood friend. “You speak as if you already don’t have a butt plug up your ass.”
He turned them around and began walking in a different direction, leaving the gaping idiots behind. Yoongi hyung won’t fire them over this, but Jungkook knew he’d be sure to tell Sungmin about this.
As much as he wanted to flaunt Jimin in front of them, he knew it wasn’t worth it. They simply didn’t worth his time. These people weren’t the first to call him a faggot or bully him over his sexuality, he knew they wouldn’t be the last. Why bother responding to them when you can ignore them altogether? Ignorance is bliss.
Taehyung flashed a boxy grin. “What can I say? I like to be prepared. The opportunity can present itself at any time.”
“I love your optimism.”
“I know. Now, why isn’t your man here yet? Did you text him?”
“No. He told me he’ll be late. And it’s not like he’s free. He might be busy, hyung. I don’t want to be that clingy boyfriend.”
“You want to be an understanding partner and shoulder his burdens, I understand.” Taehyung wrapped his hand around his shoulder. “So you already decided, huh? I like the sound of boyfriend better.”
Jungkook’s cheeks heated. He didn’t realize he used the term so casually. None of them had ever talked about that.
Jungkook didn’t know how much had passed. He was actually having fun with Taehyung when his phone rang.
“It’s Yoongi hyung,” he said to Tae before pressing the device to his years. “Hyung.”
“Jungkook-ah, this is Namjoon.”
“Namjoon hyung?” His brows knotted in question as he locked his gaze with Tae.
“Yes, please listen. Can you meet me outside in the corridor?”
“Thanks, Jungkook-ah. I’m headed outside. I’ll see you there.”
Jungkook disconnected the call. “It’s Namjoon hyung. He wants me to go outside.”
“I’ll go with you,” Tae immediately said.
They zigzagged through the crowd, finding the nearest exit, and headed to the long corridor right outside the party hall. Namjoon was already outside the VIP exit, browsing through his phone.
“Hyung?” Jungkook called as he approached him.
“Oh, Jungkook-ah…you’re here.”
“What is it?” he asked noticing the stress lines on the elder’s face.
“I-Is he okay?”
“Yes, yes. Jimin is fine. Actually, he’s not fine.” He waved his hand in the air. “Ugh! I mean, it’s his mom. She collapsed and he took her to the hospital.”
“Oh, my God! When did this happen?”
“Two hours ago and he texted me just now.” Namjoon fumbled with his pocket and fished out a key. “I called you here to ask you a favor, actually,” he said. “Can you-ah, can you go to the hospital? I wouldn’t have asked if it isn’t absolutely necessary but it’s Jimin. He gets pretty stressed in situations like this and I don’t want him to be alone.”
“Oh, it’s okay, hyung. I’ll leave now.” Jimin’s mother’s kind face flashed in his mind as he remembered how stressed she looked the last time he met her.
“Here, take my car. Just hand it to the valet at the entrance he’ll bring it to you. And Jungkook-ah, really thanks for doing this. I’ve texted you my number and the address. Just go to the eighth floor and ask for Mrs. Park,” he spoke quickly handing him the key for his BMW M3. “The investors are annoying and won’t stop asking where Jimin is. We can’t leave now. I can’t think of anyone else. We will come as soon as this party ends.”
Jungkook reached out to squeeze his hand in assurance. “It’s okay, hyung. Thanks for letting me help. I’ve got this.”
“I’m sorry for making you leave the party. I owe you for this.” Namjoon squeezed Jungkook’s shoulder.
Jungkook shook his head. “This party is boring and Jimin hyung needs us. Thank you for thinking of me.”
Namjoon nodded with a tight smile. He pulled out his wallet and plucked his black card. “Here. Keep this if you need anything else. I’ll text you the rest of the details.”
Jungkook accepted the card wordlessly. “Thanks, hyung.”
“Don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything. I’ll always be one call away. I’ve also shared Jin hyung and Hoseok’s number if in case you need it.”
Namjoon squeezed his shoulder once before he headed it.
“I’ll come with you,” Taehyung announced.
“Are you sure, hyung?” Jungkook asked as they headed for the exit. “Yoongi hyung is in there. Weren’t you planning to get railed?” he teased.
Taehyung rolled his eyes. “This party is boring and the railing can wait. Yoongi hyung will understand. Besides, I know I’m a good company.” He winked.
Jungkook shook his head with a smile. He could use the company, especially Taehyung’s. Tae was someone more mature and kept things under control in stressful situations.
“I’m proud of you Jungkook-ah,” Tae said once they were in the car. “Jimin is so lucky to have you as his boyfriend.”
Jungkook shrugged. “It’s nothing, hyung.” He looked ahead at the road, carefully maneuvering through the traffic. “How many times mom had to cancel the plans because dad was working overtime? I’ve learned that both have to be understanding in a relationship. Jimin hyung is the CEO of Park Corporation. I might not be in his shoes, but I can understand. He’s exhausted most of the time and I can only imagine how stressful this is all for him. The last thing I want to do is to create a fuss over something petty as this.”
It honestly did not bother him that Jimin did not come to the party. He didn’t let the words of the bullies get to him. They didn’t deserve the time of his day. In turn, he could only imagine what Jimin must be going through now. His father was sick and to have his mother in the hospital must be so stressful. He vowed to be there for Jimin.
Taehyung beamed at him. “You’ve grown up so well, Jungkook-ah.” He patted Jungkook’s shoulder.
Jimin was a mess. He had his face buried in his palms as he hunched over his knees. The waiting room was empty except for him. The nurse had directed Jungkook and Tae to the waiting room, saying Mrs. Park was still in the emergency unit.
Jimin whipped his head up, his eyes going wide. His button-up shirt was untucked and crumbled. His hair was disheveled as if he ran his hands through it multiple times in the past hour. Probably he did.
“J-Jungkookie?” Jimin jumped to his feet, wiping his face quickly as he blinked several times with a frown deepening on his face. “You-What are you doing here? Ah, that’s what-How? I—”
“Namjoon hyung,” Jungkook answered.
Jimin’s gaze trailed over his outfit, eyes widening in realization. “The party…I’m so sorry Jungkookie. I…I…”
“Hyung…” Jungkook grabbed Jimin by his shoulders and pulled him into his embrace. “I don’t care about the party,” he whispered. “I care for you.”
Jimin sniffled letting out a soft sound. “M-mom…I was getting ready to leave and she-she just collapsed.” He pulled out of Jungkook’s embrace, gesturing with his hand. “One moment she was laughing at me, teasing me about us, and the next she’s on the floor.” His chest heaved, head shaking and more tears falling. “I-I…The doctor’s hasn’t said anything yet. And-and Dad was right there.” He sobbed. “He saw everything. He-he—”
“Hyung, who’s with your dad?”
“T-the live-in nurse I hired,” he answered. “She’s with him.”
“Did you call him after coming to the hospital?”
Jimin blinked. “I-Oh, no. I…here…”
“Hyung,” Jungkook called softly. “It’s okay. Call him now and tell him your mom is okay. That she’ll have to stay here for the moment.”
“He doesn’t have to know that, does he? His health is fragile. He must be worried sick. Just tell him first hyung,” Jungkook reasoned.
Jimin worried his bottom lip, then he was nodding. “Yeah. You’re right. I-I’ll call him now.”
Jungkook had never seen Jimin so disheveled. His eyes were red and a little puffy. As he was finishing the call, the doctor came out looking for Jimin.
“Mr. Park, your mother is fine now. She passed out because of exhaustion. Her blood pressure is lower than normal. We will keep her overnight and can discharge her tomorrow morning. Make sure she gets enough rest and eats on time,” the doctor said with an assuring smile. He was a man in his mid-fifties with prescribed glasses and the same height as Jimin.
“Thank you so much. Can I see her now?”
“Yeah, sure. We will transfer her to the room in a couple of minutes. You can stay with her then.”
“Thank you, doctor.”
The doctor left with a nod and Jimin slumped with relief. Jungkook texted Namjoon, updating him of the status in the hospital. Thirty minutes later, they were all in the room with Mrs. Park who was asleep on the bed. Jimin received a few calls from his father who was asking about his mother’s whereabouts. Jimin clicked a few photos of his mother, sending them to his father since he wouldn’t stop worrying.
“Hyung…” Jungkook called.
Jimin hummed absent-mindedly, stroking his mother’s hand. He sat by her bed, clasping her hand in his.
“Why don’t you go to him and stay with your dad?” Jungkook suggested. “He called at least four times already. He must be devastated.”
“Yeah, Jimin. I think Jungkookie is right. He will feel much better with you there,” Taehyung said.
Jimin frowned. “But…what about mom? I—”
“Namjoon hyung is coming over after the party and we are also here,” Jungkook said. “Come on, hyung. The doctor said she would sleep all night. Your dad needs you now more than her. You can come back tomorrow.”
Jimin slowly stood, turning to face Jungkook. “I…I…Okay. But are you sure?” he asked exasperatedly. “I can’t possibly ask you to do that. You being here today is more than enough.”
Jungkook shook his head and clutched his hand. “Hyung, you said you want to experience everything with me,” he reminded him. “Share this with me hyung. Let me be a part of your life in every aspect if you meant every word you said. And I want to do this. I’m here because I want to be. Let me do this for you, hyung.”
Jimin blinked away his tears before pulling Jungkook into his embrace. “Thank you,” he whispered. “You have no idea how much it means to me to have you here. Thank you, Jungkook-ah.”
Jungkook rubbed his back soothingly and rested his chin on his shoulder. “It’s nothing, hyung. I know you’ll do the same if our roles are reversed.”
Jimin pulled away, nodding jerkily discreetly brushing away his tears. “I…I will leave then. Call me if you need anything. I’ll talk to the doctor and make the necessary arrangements so you can stay.” He patted his pockets, reaching for his wallet, and pulled out his card.
Jungkook stopped him. “Namjoon hyung gave me his card already. I’ve got this hyung.”
Jimin nodded. “I’ll speak to the doctor on my way out.” He hugged Jungkook again.
“Did you drive here?” Taehyung asked Jimin.
“I’ll go with you then,” Taehyung volunteered. “I can drive you home and I’ll ask Yoongi hyung to pick me after the party.”
Jimin seemed to contemplate for a moment and then nodded. “Okay. Thank you.”
Taehyung threw a hand around his shoulders. “Get used to it, Jiminie. You’re family now that you’re dating our Jungkookie.”
Jimin gave a tight smile, his posture more relaxed than earlier. “Call me later,” he said to Jungkook.
Jungkook settled in the armchair beside the bed once Jimin left, taking her hand in his. After a moment he texted Namjoon.
Hyung, I asked Jimin hyung to go home.
His dad is alone and it’s better if hyung stayed with him tonight.
Taehyung hyung is driving him home.
That’s nice, Jungkook-ah.
I can get out of here in an hour or so.
I’ll come as soon as I can.
Hyung, why don’t you go to Jimin hyung instead?
He can use some company.
Besides, I got it covered here.
You can come tomorrow morning.
Are you sure?
The doctor said she won’t wake up till morning.
She also met me once.
I can handle the situation here.
You all had a busy day.
Why don’t you rest for the night and come tomorrow morning instead?
But don’t hesitate to call me anytime.
“You left Jungkook in the hospital,” his father observed, silently taking the water he offered and sipping it slowly. It was three hours since he came home. Jungkook kept him updated on his mom’s health.
“Yeah.” Jimin sat at the edge of his bed. “Mom is gonna be okay. The doctor said she needs to rest a lot.” He couldn’t be more grateful for Jungkook at the moment. The youngest had appeared like a savior when he felt so devastated and torn.
“You trust him,” his father said, ignoring his previous comment.
“I…yeah.” Jimin frowned. His father’s sudden comment caught him off guard. He did trust Jungkook. “I do. I trust him, dad. Mom has already met him once and she knows about him so…I thought she wouldn’t be surprised to see him if she woke early.”
“This kid is something, isn’t he?” His father smiled, the first smile since the tension-filled evening. “He rushed to your side to be with you, then made you go home because he knew I was alone. Then he sent Namjoon and the others here because he knew you’d be upset. His friend drove you home because he didn’t want you to drive when you’re stressed,” he listed and that drew a smile on Jimin’s face. “I want to meet him.”
Jimin nodded. His father was right. The youngest was really thoughtful and very understanding. He’d taken an unknown burden off Jimin’s shoulder the moment he showed up in the hospital with his friend. Right then he knew…he made the right decision. The words ‘I love you’ were at the tip of his tongue when he left. He had reigned in those words with difficulty because he felt too emotional then and for a split-second, he wondered if it was too soon. Now that he thought about it, Jimin still felt the same. Being with Jungkook did not frighten him or stir any sort of uncertainty. When it came to the youngest, Jimin knew what he wanted. He wanted Jungkook and everything he had to offer.
“I’ll ask him to come over one day.”
“Or you can invite him to dinner tomorrow.”
“It’s Christmas, Jimin-ah. He’s spending the night at the hospital and he missed the party tonight. Make it up to him. Your mom will be home too. Spend some time with him. You can also invite his hyung and friend, that way we can get acquainted. He’s going to be part of your life, for the long term from what I see. I’d like to get to know him.”
Jimin relaxed further. “Thanks, dad. I’ll ask him later.”
His father nodded. “Your mom said you met him three weeks ago. I know you’ve been extremely busy with work and don’t have enough time for him. But he’s already the understanding one. She said he even brought lunch for you because you skipped breakfast.”
“He did,” Jimin admitted with a smile.
“He sounds like a good kid. Make more effort, Jimin-ah. He shouldn’t be the only person trying. It should go both ways. I know you’re trying your best but don’t let the work come in between you both.”
Jimin squeezed his father’s knee. “I won’t, dad.”
His father nodded, handing him the empty glass back. “I’m sorry, son. I wish I had more time. I feel bad that you’re forced to accept the responsibilities this early.”
“Dad…” Jimin moved to hug his father. “Please don’t say that. You know I am ready. Don’t worry about the company. I’ve got it handled. Besides, I have the hyungs to help me. I only want you healthy and happy.”
His father kissed his cheek. “As long as you are happy, son, that’s all that matters to me and your mother.” The old man grabbed Jimin’s both hands in his. “Are you happy, my son?”
Jimin smiled warmly at his father. “Yes, I am, dad.”
His father returned the smile. “Good. Now tell me about this boy.”
“He makes me happy.” Jimin’s smile widened. “He’s nice, hardworking, very understanding, and intelligent. It’s so easy to imagine a future with him.”
“That’s all I wanted to hear.” His father patted his shoulder. “Now, go get some rest, son and make sure your hyungs sleep on time too.”
“Sure, dad. Do you need anything else?”
“I’m all good.” His father eased on his pillow. Jimin pulled the covers over him.
“Good night, dad.”
“Good night, son.”
25th December, Friday
Jungkook woke up to a soft hand stroking his hair. He lifted his head, slightly disoriented as he took in the strange surroundings. Then he looked in front of him, his eyes widening when he saw the woman smiling kindly at him.
“Did I wake you up?” she asked softly.
“Oh, Mrs. Park, you’re awake.” He jumped to his feet, a smile lifting his features. “How are you feeling now?”
“I’m fine and call me mom,” she said. “I’d have asked you to call me Jangmonim (mother-in-law), but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
Jungkook blushed deeply at that. “I-I will um…mom. Ah, I’ll call you mom.” His heart beat faster.
“Oh, did you want something?” Jungkook suddenly panicked. “What can I get you? I should inform the doctor. I—”
“I’m fine, Jungkookie,” she calmed him. “Can you call my son? My husband should be awake now and he must be stressed. I’d like to speak to him.”
Jungkook nodded. “Sure.” He quickly pulled his phone out and dialed Jimin’s number. “Here.” He handed the phone to her. “I’ll go get the nurse.” He exited the room with a smile.
Jungkook couldn’t help the heat that stung his cheeks as he rushed outside to fetch the nurse.
Jimin was beautiful. No, scratch that. He was fucking gorgeous.
Though he wore a simple white oversized sweater and blue jeans, he was glowing. His silver hair was parted in the middle and away from his face as usual, but it appeared like he’d ran his hand through his hair a few times and called it a day. The red woolen scarf on his neck complimented his look. The fluffier look suited him and Jungkook suppressed the urge to coo at him. Jungkook wanted to run his hands through his hair, which he knew was super soft and smelled wonderful.
Tonight, Jimin wasn’t the stoic, sophisticated CEO. He was just a son and his…date. Jungkook would have preferred the term boyfriend. They haven’t discussed that yet. They haven’t labeled their relationship. Both were dating with intent, but Jimin hasn’t asked him to be his boyfriend or vice versa. They just went with the flow.
Is it too soon?
He forced his eyes away from Jimin to focus on his plate. Dinner with Jimin’s parents was wonderful. He was elated when Jimin invited him that morning at the hospital when he came to take his mother home. Tae and Yoongi hyung had agreed immediately since the Christmas dinner was usually a simple event with just the three of them when they weren’t going home to visit their parents. So, they had readily agreed when Jimin invited them over. Jungkook was surprised to find out it was just them and Jimin’s family. Not even any servants were in the vicinity.
They arrived early and helped Jimin’s mother in the kitchen while Jimin and Jihyun fussed over her for not resting. Yoongi blended right in, joking and conversing as if he’d known her for ages. She wasn’t happy when Yoongi suggested that he’d cook under her supervision and forced her to take a seat. With a majority of them against her, she had no choice but to give up with a huff. But she took Yoongi’s offer and directed him. It was fun to watch them cook while the others helped. It was even more fun to be around Jimin, who liked to touch him at every chance he got.
Jungkook’s cheeks flared. Jimin wasn’t even subtle with his touches. He’d pinched his ass at least thrice when no one was looking. Jungkook almost fainted when he slammed him to the wall and was about to kiss him senseless when Jimin’s mother asked them to fetch something from the pantry. Sadly, their moment was interrupted when Taehyung approached. They separated immediately. But Jungkook’s lips still tingled at the memory of Jimin’s hot breath over his lips.
“Earth too, Jungkookie,” Tae teased in a low voice, nudging his knee with his under the table.
Jungkook’s cheeks heated up. He couldn’t stop looking at Jimin and Jimin was the same. The sexual tension was just too much. Jimin wasn’t even hiding it, which made Jungkook blush even harder. He’s felt Jimin’s arousal when he’d brushed his hips against him while fetching the bowls from the cabinets. Jungkook swallowed and forced his thoughts to concentrate on the food.
Jimin’s parents were lovely, just like him. Jungkook was flustered when they fawned over him. It reminded him so much of his and Yoongi’s parents. He just loved the atmosphere here and was grateful for Tae and Yoongi hyung who kept the conversation flowing. Jungkook, though had met Jimin’s mother twice, grew red under all the attention and stuttered when someone spoke with him.
Mr. Park was easy to talk with if Jungkook made an actual conversation that was. His admiration for the man only increased as he listened to his hyungs chatting animatedly with the older man. Jimin’s father was just as beautiful. Though he was in his early fifties, he looked so much younger. He was very knowledgeable and very easy to talk with.
“Min, why don’t you give them a tour of the house? You can join us for desserts by the fireplace after,” Jimin’s mom suggested.
Jimin jumped to his feet, offering his hand for Jungkook to take. “Sure. Jungkookie, come on. Tae, Yoongi hyung come. I’ll show you around.”
They all got up, bowing at Jimin’s parents as they excused him. Jimin took the lead. “Let’s start from the second floor,” he said as they climbed the elegant marble stairs. Jimin’s family owned a two-storey mansion in Gangnam, Seoul.
Tae paused when they reached the first floor. “Alright you two,” he pointed at them. “We know you were dying to get each other alone for a while now. Go on. We can pretend to look around while you’re gone.”
Jimin’s cheeks reddened and Jungkook whined, “Hyung…”
“What?” Tae asked innocently. “What I’m saying is…my boyfriend looks so kissable right now and if you both can give us some privacy, we can both pretend we really did that house tour.”
Yoongi slapped Tae playfully while Jungkook flushed beet red. Beside him, Jimin chuckled as he tugged Jungkook’s hand in the other direction. He heard Taehyung laughing behind him but didn’t dare look back.
Jimin led him through a long corridor that had three doors. They stopped outside the third door to the left. “This is uh…my room.”
Jungkook’s eyes were wide as he entered the huge room, decorated in warm colors but he didn’t have enough time because Jimin was pushing him against the wall. The younger let out a gasp, which was swallowed by the elder.
Jimin kissed him fervently, his soft, plush lips so demanding and claiming. Jungkook moaned softly when Jimin nipped at his bottom lip. Jungkook vaguely registered Jimin’s hand cupping his chin, gently coercing him to open his mouth. His eyes almost rolled to the back of his head when Jimin’s tongue delved into his mouth.
Jimin cupped Jungkook’s ass, pulling him toward his hip pressing his obvious erection to the side of his hip. His hands kneaded the soft flesh firmly. The insoles Jimin had on his shoes put both at the same height. Jimin pushed his knee between Jungkook’s legs, pressing against his arousal. Jungkook’s hips stuttered and the youngest rolled his hips unconsciously seeking friction to relieve some of the pressure.
Jungkook’s body was on fire. His hands fisted the front of Jimin’s sweater. When Jimin threaded his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, tugging to deepen the kiss, Jungkook was a goner. His knees weakened, almost giving out, and only supported by Jimin’s strong grip around his waist.
They kissed until both were breathless and panting. Jimin released his lips, trailing his mouth down the column of Jungkook’s throat. “Fuck! You’re so beautiful, baby,” he panted against Jungkook’s skin. “I’d been dying to do that since the moment I saw you.” He kissed him again.
Jungkook couldn’t speak, his brain too hazy to think clear. All he could focus was on the feel of Jimin’s lips on his and the pressure that was building in his stomach. He rutted against Jimin’s thigh seeking relief and whimpered when the pleasure became too much. The clothes were too harsh on his sensitive flesh and Jungkook wanted them off.
As if sensing his discomfort, Jimin’s fingers fumbled with his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Jungkook sighed in relief when the cold air hit his hard, aching cock. Jimin palmed his cock earning a deep moan from the youngest.
“You’re so sensitive.” Jimin nipped at his jaw. “We should move to the bed.”
Jungkook could barely respond. He nodded, chasing Jimin’s lips, hands tightening around Jimin’s biceps. Fuck.
They stumbled to the bed. Jungkook sank into the mattress with Jimin climbing on top of him and scooted to settle against the pillows. Jimin’s hands traced his toned abdomen, climbing higher to graze his nipples. Jungkook arched his back, a strangled moan escaping his lips. He didn’t mean to moan louder. Normally, something like that would have horrified him, but when he cracked his eyes open Jimin was looking at him with such a hunger that made him feel desirable— wanted.
On top of him, Jimin looked like a wreck. His lips were reddish and swollen from their kisses. He panted with his pupils dilated. Jimin straddled his thighs and leaned to the side, reaching for the bedside drawer. Jungkook gripped his waist, his fingers hesitantly slipping under Jimin’s sweater. He moaned again when his fingers touched the smooth, silk-like skin.
He knew Jimin had a nice body. His skin was so smooth and the texture so soft as if he was sliding his fingers over butter. He traced the contours of his stomach, his breathing growing heavy with anticipation. He didn’t notice Jimin dropping the lube on the bed.
Jungkook didn’t realize he had closed his eyes. Because when he felt the warm fingers gliding over his cock, he jerked. His eyes flew open and what he saw was obscene. Jimin had freed his cock, stroking languidly while his lubed hand jerked Jungkook’s cock.
His head was tilted to the side, lips parted as he watched Jungkook. The younger whimpered, tilting his hip. The pleasure made his toes curl.
“You’re so beautiful like this, baby.” Jimin’s voice was thick with arousal. “Fuck! Bet you’d feel like heaven,” he moaned, throwing his head back as he worked on both their cocks. “Wanna fuck you so bad.”
Jungkook arched his back, heat spreading to his neck and face. Fuck that was the sexiest thing someone ever told him. Jimin was a vision above him. He made a noise in his throat as he imagined Jimin holding him down, fucking into him with purpose. He wanted that. Wanted to be dominated and take whatever Jimin was giving him in ways he only dreamt of. Jimin awoke the deeply hidden desires with such ease and brought them to the surface.
Jimin moved closer, sliding his cock together with Jungkook’s. He rolled his hip and Jungkook mewled at the new sensation. Jimin’s cock was so warm and soft against his. The lube made the glide smooth. Jimin took both their cocks, setting a smooth pace as he jerked them.
“Wanna hold you down and fuck you into the mattress,” he gritted through his clenched teeth. “Would you like that Jungkookie, hmm? Would you love that baby?”
Jungkook whimpered, nodding furiously.
Jimin paused his ministrations, leaning forward to bring his face closer, their lips almost touching. “Words baby. Use your words.”
“Y-yes,” Jungkook panted.
“Yes for what baby?”
“W-want you,” Jungkook sobbed, overwhelmed as Jimin resumed jerking their cocks. “Want everything. Want you inside me.” He jerked his hips violently with a particular flick of Jimin’s wrist. “Ah, fuck!”
“I’d love that too. You’d look so gorgeous just like you’re now.” Jimin kissed him. “Never seen anything so beautiful. You make the most beautiful sounds, baby.”
Jungkook let out a broken moan, something between a cry and scream. His stomach tightened as his orgasm drew closer.
“You’re a fucking vision, baby. With your hair spread out on my pillow, face all red…fuck. How did I get so lucky?”
Jungkook flailed his hands blindly grabbing the blanket and gripping it as if his life depended on that. “H-hyung,” he sobbed, more tears flowing. It felt so good.
“Yeah, baby. What do you want, sweetheart?”
“W-wanna come. Make me come, hyung.”
Jimin increased the pace. “Then come for me, baby. Come for your hyung.”
That tipped him off the edge. With a scream of Jimin’s name, he came, his hips jerking violently in Jimin’s hold. With a few more strokes, Jimin also came, shooting white strips over his abdomen. Jungkook didn’t know when Jimin had rolled his sweater above.
Jimin kissed him, deeper, harder. “That was wonderful, baby.” He panted on top of him. “Hold on.” He smiled lifting the cum stained hands as he pulled back.
Jungkook just lay there, watching Jimin with half-lidded eyes as he climbed down from his orgasm. Jimin grabbed a few tissues from his desk, cleaning them quickly. He dressed Jungkook back, tucking his own cock into his boxer and buttoning his jeans.
“Give me a moment, baby. I’ll be right back.” Jimin pecked his lips and hopped off the bed.
Jungkook’s unfocused eyes stared at the ceiling. That was so intense. His eyes stung. Fuck. Why the hell was that made him so emotional?
Jimin was back, climbing on the bed and pulling Jungkook closer. “Are you okay, baby?”
Jungkook blinked a few times, glancing into Jimin’s beautiful brown orbs. “Y-yeah,” he managed to say. His throat tightened as he fought the urge to sniffle. He wasn’t normally like this while masturbating that was, but something about his sexual encounters with Jimin made him emotional. He got emotional to some extent but never this intense.
He was sensitive all over, emotionally, and physically. It was another reason he never indulged in sex with a stranger. To him, it wasn’t just sex. It was much more. Orgasms left him with a longing to be held and kissed. Sometimes he cried because he was alone. Because it reminded him how actually lonely he was.
He had Tae and Yoongi, but he longed for something more. There was this longing to be loved and wanted. He wanted a person he could share these intimate moments with, someone he could trust and let go. So, he tried not to indulge more into that territory. He rarely masturbated because it left him more depressed than relieved. But with Jimin, everything felt right. The youngest wanted to curl into Jimin and bury his face into his chest, inhaling his comforting fragrance. So, he did just that. “C-can you talk to me hyung?”
“You were so good, baby. I loved every moment of this. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to do that?”
Jungkook held onto him. Jimin knew what he wanted. He loved the way Jimin talked to him and cared for him.
“You are all I could think about, but fuck the work.” Jimin massaged his nape. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. If I had my way, I’d spend every waking hour with you.”
Jungkook sighed into his chest, relaxing more as he listened to Jimin. “I-I’m sorry,” he said after a while, feeling more in control.
“Why are you sorry, baby?” Jimin stroked his hair, gently rubbing his scalp.
“I-I don’t know why I’m like this,” Jungkook sniffled. “I-It’s just overwhelming I guess. It just makes me so emotional.”
Jimin chuckled softly. “Fuck I love you so much.” He kissed his head and then froze.
Jungkook lifted his head, his eyes growing wide. Did he just—
Jimin blinked, laughing nervously and running a hand through his hair. “I…um, so—”
“You love me?” Jungkook was breathless. Jimin loved him.
“I know it’s too soon and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I…I should have waited. I-I don’t know why I said that now. I’m sorry. I didn’t—”
“You didn’t mean that?”
“What? No. Fuck. I meant it. I just…I just wanted to wait.” Jimin’s gaze softened. “I didn’t want to scare you off. I just—”
Jungkook cut him off with a kiss. When he pulled back, Jimin stroked his chin with a fond smile. “I…I don’t know what to say, hyung.”
The youngest couldn’t believe what he heard. Did he hear that right? Jimin just told him that he loved him after giving him a mind-blowing orgasm. Jungkook didn’t know what to say. He liked Jimin. He liked him a lot. Did he love him? Jungkook didn’t know. What he felt for Jimin was something he never felt for anyone else.
“You don’t have to say anything now, baby.” Jimin hugged him, resting his chin on his head. “Take your time.” He ran a soothing hand over Jungkook’s back. “And I’m sorry I jumped at you like that. It’s just I missed you so much and you look so beautiful tonight. I kinda lost control.”
“Hyung…it’s…I don’t mind.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t ask you first.”
“Hyung…” Jungkook frowned and moved back a little to look at Jimin. “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want.” He cupped his face. “I loved what you did…” Jungkook’s face heated up and suddenly he couldn’t meet Jimin’s eye. “I-I liked it a lot.”
“You did?” Jimin hooked a finger under his chin, tipped his face to look at him.
“Yeah,” Jungkook breathed out, eyes zeroing in on Jimin’s plush lips. “I like the way you look at me. It makes me feel desirable. I like it when you-when you…” He averted his gaze, burying his face into Jimin’s chest.
Jimin kissed the top of his head again. “I like it too. I love how sensitive and responsive you are to my touch. Fuck. That was the best orgasm I had in ages.”
Jungkook furrowed further into his chest, feeling his face growing hotter.
“I’m sorry I’m not spending that much time with you. I promise I’ll make it up to you once all this madness settles down.”
Jungkook sighed as he wrapped a hand around Jimin’s middle. “It’s okay, hyung. I understand.” He inhaled the soft fragrance of fabric conditioner and Jimin’s mild perfume. “You smell so good.” He nuzzled Jimin’s chest, sighing contently. They lay in silence for a while before Jimin spoke.
“Is it true that you did the annual review presentation for Hwang?” Jimin asked, drawing a random pattern on Jungkook’s back with a finger. “Why would you do that for him?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook whispered. “It’s not just Hwang. They all love dumping their work on me. But I do it because I love it.”
“It’s not about whether you love it or not.” Jimin pulled back a little and tipped Jungkook’s chin. “That was Hwang’s responsibility. I don’t like people who neglect their duty. I’m paying him to do one job. What good he is to me if he put everything on his subordinates? I hate people slacking off their responsibility.”
Jungkook understood. Hwang wasn’t fulfilling his duties as a manager. He wasn’t even a good employee. He let people do whatever they want as long as they met the quarterly target and no one questioned him.
“That was such an impressive presentation. I loved your forecast for the next quarter and let me tell you Hwang couldn’t even explain most of the stuff and it was such a waste of time. So, coming Monday, I want you in the boardroom explaining that new strategy.”
“No buts, baby. I’ve already fired Hwang. I’m hiring someone new and reliable. But I haven’t decided what I want to do with you yet.”
Jimin silenced Jungkook’s protest with a kiss. “Namjoon hyung told me how you helped with that project when no one could figure what went wrong. Sungmin-ssi said there was only one person who could break through an issue like that, but they couldn’t reach that person on that day when Yoongi hyung suggested that you would know what to do.”
Jungkook tensed, his eyes widening a bit.
“No one, I mean no one can figure out JJK’s programs. The team fucked up even more when they tried to get through his complicated programming. But then there you were, clearing it up like it was child’s play. I’m not even surprised why Namjoon hyung was so impressed. He’s been pressuring me to look into your portfolio for so long now.”
Jungkook pursed his lips, listening to Jimin.
“I evaluated that program you build as a part of your university project. That was fucking insane, you know that. I’m so furious how people could be so blind and not see the talent that’s right under their noses.”
“Have you ever thought about working with the R & D?”
Jungkook blinked. “R & D? A-are you serious?”
“So fucking serious. Would you like that baby? I saw that you like to develop software and programs. I think you’ll be a wonderful addition to the team.”
“Hyung…that’s...” Jungkook swallowed. “You have the best of the best in that department. Why would you want me?”
Jimin gave him an incredulous look. “Are you kidding me? You’re still out there. How can you say I have the best?” He put a finger on Jungkook’s lips when he tried to speak. “We didn’t have a breakthrough in two years. The security solution that pushed Park’s name into the international market came from JJK, a freelancer we hired two years ago. A student if I may add. We need more talented people on the team.”
Jungkook pursed his lips. It was true he liked to develop software and programs. But he was a lone wolf. He preferred to work alone. There was a reason why he stayed in the shadows. “C-can I think about it?”
“Sure. Take your time, baby. But I promise I’ll give you anything you want.”
Jungkook ducked his head to avoid Jimin’s gaze. “I don’t want people to think you’re doing this because of our relationship.” That was the last thing in Jungkook’s mind. They’d jump to conclusions and he even feared they’d blame him for Hwang losing his job. Did he feel bad? Definitely not because he kind of saw that coming. Hwang took everything to his advantage.
Jimin scoffed. “I don’t give a fuck to what people think, Jungkookie. If they have a problem with what I do, then they should let their work speak for themselves. Stop selling yourself short, Jungkookie. You’re the best in your department and you know it. I firmly believe your potential is being wasted in that desk.”
“Hyung, it’s…just a simple program,” he tried to change the topic. His ears were heating up and he knew they’d be red if he saw them in the mirror.
“An advanced security program for women that connects to the police servers, allowing the user to send distress calls and helps the police locate them in times of emergency. A fucking program that works like a satellite phone. That was freaking brilliant, Jungkookie. Like I said don’t sell yourself short.”
Jungkook couldn’t argue with that. He loved to build security programs and apps.
“You’re not staying at the same desk for another ten years. Like I said, I’ll give you anything you want. Think about it.”
Jungkook nibbled at his lips. He wanted to tell Jimin, he really did but he didn’t know-how. It was something no one else except Yoongi and Taehyung knew. It’d be nice to work in a proper lab instead of the small game room plus office he had at home. The equipment costs a fortune and sometimes he wished to have a proper facility to run tests and simulations. He had a good relationship with all his professors, so he often exploited the university’s advanced labs for his new programs.
The Park Corporation had the most advanced R & D labs with imported systems. He’d had the pleasure of visiting the place once. But working with another person like Hwang was the last thing he wanted, especially when it came to something he was passionate about. He didn’t want a person breathing down his neck every second of the day while he built something.
He joined the Park Corporation as an intern during his final semester and then moved up the ranks to become the top programmer in the department.
Jimin checked the time. “I should get you home. We’ve been here for a while.”
Jungkook felt grateful for the distraction. “Yeah. I should leave.” He parted, regretting the loss of warmth immediately. “Thanks for inviting me over, hyung. It was fun. Your parents are so nice. They reminded me of my parents.”
Jimin smiled, curling his fingers under Jungkook’s chin and pulling him in for a kiss. “Thanks for coming over. I was worried that you might feel it was too soon to meet my parents.”
Jungkook chuckled. “It’s too late to say too soon. We kinda went from 0 to 100 from the start, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, we did,” Jimin agreed. “But I love every moment of it.”
“We should go before my hyungs sent a search party.”
Jimin laughed—a soft, carefree sound that warmed Jungkook’s heart. “I wish I could stay with you tonight. Mom and dad gave off to all our servants for Christmas and that live-in nurse. So, I have to stay here in case they needed me.” He sighed. “Come, your hyungs must be waiting.”
Jungkook understood. He wished he could stay over. He was going to stay alone in his apartment anyway. But he didn’t want to oblige. He might have asked if he could stay if it was Jimin’s penthouse. However, they were at his parent’s home.
When they went down, they realized they’d been in the room for over an hour and his hyungs had already left. Jimin’s parents still sat by the fireplace, talking to each other with a fond smile on their faces. Jungkook watched them in admiration. Every word, every touch, and their soft smile screamed love. It was so obvious and Jungkook wanted that someday—to grow old and still be hopelessly in love.
“Oh, you guys are back.” Jimin’s mom was the first one to speak. “I thought Jungkookie was staying here tonight. His hyungs left a while ago, said they had some plans.”
“Oh,” Jungkook said, blinking owlishly. They had no plans whatsoever if not for Taehyung’s not so secret plan of getting railed. Perhaps, he had planned that role-play thing he was obsessed with. His face grew at that thought. Would Jimin love something like that?
Taehyung was experimental and loved to explore various kinks. Jungkook though could have done without any of that unwanted details always ended up listening to him because, well, Taehyung was his only friend and vice versa. As much as it sounded weird to know too much about your hyung’s sex life, it was unavoidable.
He looked up when he realized Jimin was looking at him expectantly. Did he ask something?
“Would you like to stay tonight?” Jimin asked again. “I can drive you home if you don’t want to. Or you can take one of my cars. Ah, whatever you want.”
Jungkook could say Jimin was suddenly conscious. “Ah, it’s alright, hyung. I’d like to stay if it’s okay.”
“Perfect!” Jimin’s mother clapped her hands. “Jimin said you love to cook. I’m planning to bake some cookies tomorrow. We can prepare breakfast and then start baking. Jimin and Jihyun love our baking time. You can help me protect the cookie dough from these monsters.”
The youngest burst into laughter. Jungkook loved Jimin’s mother. She was playful and easygoing with her words. She had a way to break the tension in the atmosphere and put his mind at ease. He noticed that earlier when they cooked and during their dinner.
“I’d love that, mom,” Jungkook said, relishing the warmth that spread in his chest. Calling her mom sounded a bit weird at first, but she wouldn’t have it otherwise. When Jihyun insisted that he call him dad, things just fell into place. He felt welcomed. And with Jimin’s confession earlier it all felt right.
“That’s settled then,” Jihyun said. “Jimin-ah, we’re going to retire for the night. You guys carry on with whatever you have in mind.” He lifted a hand and Jimin’s mom jumped to her feet, helping him. Jimin stepped forward to help him, but his father stopped him. “I’m good, Jimin-ah.” He patted Jimin’s cheek and then turned to his mother. “It’s been a while we both watched a movie. Do you think we can catch up with a movie or two before sleeping?” he asked.
“I’d love to.” When Jimin’s mom gazed at his father, it was full of love.
Jungkook’s heart clenched pleasantly. They both watched as Jimin’s mother led Jimin’s father to their room, talking and laughing like two teenagers in love. When Jungkook turned to Jimin, he was looking at his parents with the same fondness and longing.
Jimin blinked, turning to him. “Yeah?”
“C-can we…um…Can we have a movie night?” he whispered, looking down at his feet, fidgeting with the hem of his sweater.
Jimin cupped his face. “I’d love that.” He beamed so bright that Jungkook’s heart swelled. If he was doubtful about his feelings for Jimin earlier, he wasn’t anymore. “So, Disney or Hallmark?”
“Disney? Is that okay?”
“Whatever you want, baby. Disney it is.”
Jungkook smiled. He could get used to this.
Jimin looked ethereal under the soft glow of lights emanating from the TV. They both washed up and Jungkook changed into one of Jimin’s sweat pants and t-shirt. Jungkook chose a Disney movie and settled comfortably on the bed against Jimin’s chest. The elder had an arm loosely draped around him with the other curled under his head.
Jungkook tried to focus on the movie but Jimin was too distracting. When he laughed, his entire body shook. Jungkook loved the way his hyung laughed. So adorable yet so sexy.
He swallowed as his hands itched to trace Jimin’s taut muscles. He shifted a few times but his desire continued to grow.
“What is it, baby?” Jimin asked as if sensing his thoughts.
“Um, nothing?” Jungkook looked away to the TV and scolded himself for being so obvious.
But Jimin caught his chin, turning him to face him. “You know you can tell me anything right?”
“I…it’s nothing hyung.” Jungkook was suddenly growing conscious and his cheeks flushed red.
“Why can’t I believe it’s nothing?” Jimin traced his heated cheeks. “I can tell you wanted to ask something. Tell me, baby.”
Jungkook worried his bottom lip. Should he? When he gazed into Jimin’s eyes, his insecurities washed away but the shyness was still there making it harder for him to ask. “Um…C-can I-I…wanna…ah…”
Fuck this. Why is this so hard?
“Can I…” Jungkook took a deep breath. “Can I touch you, hyung?” The words came out as a breathy whisper as his gaze fell onto Jimin’s lips.
Jimin’s eyes widened a little. “Yes,” he breathed. “You can touch me. Fuck. I’m all yours, baby.”
Jungkook brought his hand hesitantly to slip it under Jimin’s t-shirt, tracing the warm skin. His heart fluttered under Jimin’s intense gaze. “C-can you k-kiss me? Please…”
Jimin obeyed, kissing him. His lips were so gentle yet demanding. Jungkook welcomed the distraction as he mapped Jimin’s skin. He trailed a finger around his waistline before dipping it inside his sweat. Jimin shivered under his touch and gasped when Jungkook pulled his sweat and underwear now, releasing his semi-hardened cock.
Jungkook rolled Jimin on his back as he gripped his length, never breaking the kiss, mostly afraid because that would give Jimin a chance to look at him and Jungkook didn’t want Jimin to look at him. Not now when he felt so vulnerable.
The youngest released Jimin’s lips to kiss his over his jaw and sucked the skin on his neck. He used his thumb to circle Jimin’s slit and spread the precum. Jimin moaned and arched into his hold, his right hand curled around Jungkook’s nape while the other tightened around his bicep.
Jungkook grew bolder and he lifted his head to see Jimin had closed his eyes. He pumped Jimin’s cock and slid down to kiss Jimin’s abdomen, slightly licking and nipping the soft skin. Jimin’s hand loosened and settled on his side.
He hovered over Jimin’s cock, thick and long with its tip glistening with precum. Their eyes locked for a brief moment and Jungkook froze. It was too late to pull back. Jimin was looking at him with so much intensity that he felt like he could melt. But the way his lips parted and cock twitched in his hold, told Jungkook how much Jimin liked this.
Jungkook licked the tip experimentally, tasting the salty flavor before wrapping his lips around the head.
“Fuck, baby!” Jimin groaned, his hands fisting the sheets.
Jungkook twirled his tongue around the head before pushing the length farther into his mouth. He bobbed his head slowly, getting acquainted with this feeling. He loved the way Jimin felt in his mouth, so hot and heavy. He was slow having not done this before but he could tell Jimin liked it by the way his hips half rose to meet his mouth and soft moans drifting around them.
“Is this okay?” Jungkook released him briefly as he used his hand to pump his cock.
“Y-yeah,” Jimin was breathing harder. “Baby, your mouth felt so good.”
“I-I never did this b-before…um…” His hand faltered. “J-just tell me if you don’t like something.”
Jimin lifted himself on his elbows. “Nothing with you can go wrong.” He carded his fingers through his hair. “I want to feel your mouth on me again. Don’t stop, baby.”
Jungkook took him in his mouth again. He still went slow, twirling and licking before hallowing his cheeks to suck him. Jimin’s moans grew louder, his hand on his hair fell to his side. Jungkook bobbed his head and tried to take more of Jimin, gagging when it hit the back of his throat. He pulled back and tried again only to be stopped by Jimin.
“Don’t do that if you’re not comfortable.” Jimin caressed the side of his face. “I love your mouth on me. Take it slow, baby.”
Jungkook nodded with Jimin’s cock still in his mouth. He reached for Jimin’s hand, bringing it to his head. Jimin understood the silent please as he threaded his fingers on his hair to keep a soft grip as he guided him down his cock.
“Fuck!” He breathed harder. His hips jerked and he thrust up slowly. “Tap my thighs or pinch me if you want me to stop.”
Jungkook nodded and responded by twirling his tongue around his cock.
Jimin thrust into his slow and never going deep. His breath came out as short pants and Jungkook relaxed allowing Jimin to use his mouth. He loved the way Jimin arched his back and parted his lips. His moans were like music, just as beautiful. Jungkook was right. Jimin was a vision to behold on the bed, especially when he was blissed out. He could watch him all day like this and pride churned in his chest because he was the reason for this. He caused this.
The TV was just a background noise apart from their harsh breathing and soft moans. Jimin’s thrusts grew erratic and sloppy. “Baby, I’m gonna…Fuck. P-pull out.”
Jungkook pushed down bobbing his head faster as he hollowed his cheeks.
“If you don’t want me to come into your mouth—I’m gonna c-come, ah—”
Hot cum shot into Jungkook’s throat and the youngest swallowed the slightly bitter liquid. He gagged but kept continued the ministrations, as Jimin’s thrusts grew weaker before he went limp.
Jungkook release Jimin’s cock from his mouth, tucking it back into his boxer and pulled the sweatpants up.
Jimin looked relaxed with a soft smile. “That was wow…”
The youngest chuckled as he climbed back to lie by Jimin’s side. “Did you like it, hyung?”
“I loved it.” Jimin cupped his cheek, kissing him deeply. “That was incredible. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I-I wanted to,” Jungkook whispered. “I-I just didn’t know how to ask you.”
“Mhm…In that case, you have my full consent. You don’t have to ask.” Jimin rubbed his nose in the crook of Jungkook’s neck. “Take what you need. I’m yours.”
Jungkook shuddered at his words, a shiver of arousal going to his cock. “Y-yeah?”
“Y-you have my full consent. Ah…” Jungkook moaned when Jimin sucked the sensitive area under his ear.
“That’s too dangerous, baby. You don’t know what you’re committing to by saying this.” Jimin licked over the spot before nibbling it gently.
“I-I want whatever you do to me, hyung. Mhn…ah…”
Jimin palmed his cock through the clothes. “Are you sure, baby? I can be a bit overwhelming in bed.” He mouthed the column of his neck. “I can be a bit too demanding.” He nibbled at the skin and Jungkook was sure it’d leave a bruise tomorrow. “I like to fuck rough and hard.” He slipped his hand into his sweat, gripping his hardened cock. “You shouldn’t give me a free rein on the bed, baby. If you do…I can never hold myself from touching you.” Jungkook’s cock twitched in Jimin’s hold. “And I’d want to touch you all the time.”
Jungkook moaned, panting harder as Jimin’s words stirred his arousal.
“You’d love that, won’t you?” Jimin moved down to his collarbone. “Look at you. I haven’t even started, but you’re moaning already. So responsive to my touch.” He ran his thumb over his slit. “So beautiful like this.”
“Yeah, baby. Do you want hyung to tell you more, hmm?”
Jungkook nodded vigorously. His hips rose to meet Jimin’s hand. “P-please…”
“Please what, baby?”
“M-more…T-tell me more.”
“I’ll make you feel so good. I’ll worship every inch of your skin. Then I’d roll you on your stomach, hold you down and fuck you senseless from behind. You’d be so beautiful and stretched around my cock, moaning and begging for more.”
Jungkook whimpered a bit too loudly as his hands fisted Jimin’s t-shirt.
“Fuck! I can’t wait to have you, baby.” He rolled Jungkook on his back, slipping a hand under Jungkook’s t-shirt. “I want to see you.”
Jungkook’s chest heaved. He nodded again, words stumbling out in the form of moans and whimpers. He allowed Jimin to remove his t-shirt.
The elder sucked in a breath. “Wow.” He ran his hands over his chest and abdomen, mapping the taut rope of muscles. He then traced the lines of his tattoos on his right hand with a smile. “You have a full sleeve. These are beautiful.”
Jimin bent kissing his chest before brushing his tongue over his nipple. The youngest bit his lip, looking at the elder with half-lidded eyes. Jimin continued to caress his warm skin, murmuring praises, saying how beautiful he was.
Jungkook lifted his hips when Jimin hooked his fingers into the waistband of his sweats, bringing it down along with his boxer and leaving him naked for his eyes. The youngest shivered under his intense gaze.
“Can you grab that lube?” Jimin directed his gaze to the bedside table and Jungkook reached for it, grabbing it with shaking hands and dropping it on Jimin’s outstretched palm. Jungkook squirmed with anticipation. Jimin ran his hands along his thighs, humming in appreciation. “I can’t help but wonder…” He lifted his gaze to lock with Jungkook’s. “How did I get so lucky?” He leaned forward to kiss him on the lips. “Thanks for choosing me, Jungkookie. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
Jungkook watched as he dribbled some lube onto his fingers, rubbing it to warm the liquid. He spread it on both hands. One hand reached for his cock while the other circled his rim.
“Have you touched yourself here?” Jimin asked, one hand gently pumping Jungkook’s cock.
“A few t-times.” Jungkook fisted the sheets, breathing through his mouth. “O-only with fingers.”
Jimin hummed again. “I’m gonna use my fingers tonight,” he said, gently pressing forward. “Relax, baby. You’re too tense.”
Jungkook forced his body to relax, focusing on the gentle pleasure emanating from his cock. Jimin was slow, moving his finger in and out, allowing Jungkook to get used to the intrusion as he worked his cock.
“You’re so soft and warm. You feel so good on my finger, baby. Relax. Let hyung make it good for you.”
Jungkook closed his eyes, breathing evenly.
“Tell me what you like, Jungkookie. Would you like it if I pin your hands above your head while I fuck you?” His knuckle reached deep, brushing over something that had Jungkook jerk and snap his eyes open. “Bet you’d be so flexible. I could bend you into half.” He scooted closer, pushing Jungkook’s legs open with his thighs as he settled between his legs. “Have you ever thought about topping? I have a feeling you’d be so good at it.” Jimin cocked his head to the side. “I want to try it someday if you want that. How does this feel, baby?”
Jungkook’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. Fuck. “F-feel so good, hyung.”
“Tell me more, Jungkookie. I want to know how you like it in bed.”
The youngest knew he wasn’t thinking clearly. His mind reeled with pleasure. “W-want you to h-hold me down. W-want you to f-fuck me as you mean it. I-I want everything you said you’d do to me.” He cried out when Jimin added another finger because he brushed right against his prostate while doing so. “W-want it so b-badly, hyung.”
Jimin leaned forward kissing him briefly before going back to what he was doing. “Tell me what else you want, baby?”
“E-everything…” Jungkook’s voice moaned out, too low and barely audible. “W-want you to touch me and tease me.” The youngest knew he would never admit to his deepest desires if he was in a sane mindset. With pleasure shooting from every part of his body, he’d lost that brain to mouth filter again. “Want you to dominate me. D-don’t wanna top. Want you inside me.”
Jungkook let out a strangled moan when Jimin curled his fingers, hitting that sensitive spot over and over again.
“Tell me more, Jungkookie.”
“I-I like what you do to me. I like the way you hold me afterward. I like you a lot, hyung.” Jungkook’s body was singing with pleasure. He wouldn’t last long. His stomach tightened with the familiar tension, demanding release.
“Mhmm…I like you too, baby. No one has ever made me feel the way you do.”
Jungkook writhed in pleasure, letting out a stream of moans and Jimin pushed his fingers deeper and faster.
“I can feel you’re so close. Come for me, sweetheart. Let me hear it.”
Jungkook screamed as he came. His body jerking and his hips stuttering. Jimin continued to stroke him until the youngest pushed his hands away to escape the oversensitivity. After that, it was a blur to Jungkook with him still reeling from the pleasure. He vaguely registered Jimin cleaning him and pulling the covers over them before settling beside him.
He spoke soft words in his ears as Jungkook fell into a dreamless sleep, feeling so content and sated.
Chapter – 5
26th December, Saturday
Peals of laughter echoed throughout the kitchen. Jimin sat with his father on the barstool in the dining area of their open-styled kitchen. Jungkook had forced his mom to sit on a stool, promising to do all the work on her behalf, which was a feat considering she never listened to anyone.
As he watched Jungkook fussing over his mom, he realized fell faster than he expected. When he stumbled on to Jungkook in the club, he didn’t know what to expect. He told himself that he was just trying to help an innocent boy in need. But when the boy left the next morning, he’d left an impression and Jimin found himself following him.
If someone had told him three weeks ago that he’d fall head over heels for a stranger he met in the club, he’d have laughed on their faces and called them idiots. He was merely following a red dress he spotted from the VIP section but ended up with someone, he didn’t know at that time would become so much more to him.
When he took Jungkook home, the elder should have left him in one of the guest bedrooms. Instead, he had taken him to his master bedroom, made him drink water, and forced him to eat some heated leftovers from the dinner earlier. The youngest had clung to him like a koala and Jimin —who rarely appreciated any form of physical affection unless it was from one of his friends —found it endearing.
That night as he watched Jungkook sleep in his bed, he had caressed his cheek with a soft smile. Jimin hadn’t known what that meant. He was simply enamored by the innocent bunny smile and the interesting rants. He was smitten by the way Jungkook’s nose scrunched up every time he laughed at something or the way he pouted when he complained about something.
Jimin had always longed for the sort of love his parents shared with each other, but never believed he’d get so lucky. It was not difficult to see why he was enamored of Jungkook. The youngest was one of a kind, so caring and compassionate.
Jimin couldn’t explain which was it. It was the smallest thing he did. Maybe it was the things he told him during their first meeting. Jungkook was so adorable when he huffed and puffed as he complained about how unfair life was. His open admiration to Jimin in his confused state the next morning was again cute as hell. Jimin forced himself not to coo when Jungkook stuffed his mouth like a chipmunk that afternoon.
Jungkook was without a doubt, the most beautiful man he’d ever set his eyes on with a personality that complimented him so well. He was shy, but that only increased his appeal. To Jimin, the youngest was still an enigma. There were just too many layers to him. A lot of things he still didn’t know about.
A series of laughter erupted from the kitchen as Jimin’s mother swatted Jungkook’s hand from the cookie dough. “I thought I brought you here to protect the dough from those two cookie monsters. You’re much worse than them,” his mother had huffed with a fond smile.
Jimin and his father joined in their laughter. “You chose well, son. I can see why you’re smitten with the boy,” his father had told him with a bright smile as they sipped their tea.
“Do you think it’s too soon, dad?” Jimin asked, his gaze never leaving the youngest who was now being chased around the kitchen counter by his mother. Both were clearly having fun with Jungkook now stealing the strawberries she had set aside for cupcakes. His mother looked so much younger and reminded him of their childhood when they have their baking sessions. Though his parents regularly visited him in the US, Jimin realized how much he had missed this.
His father huffed out with a roll of his eyes. “I met your mother at our university art exhibition. She was helping her friend. Let’s say, your mother is the only art I looked at that night. When I exited the gallery with her phone number, I knew she was it for me.”
Jimin had heard their love story million times, but it never got older. He loved hearing it and even more enjoyed seeing that smitten look on his father’s face even after all these years.
“I took her to a date the next day and we were engaged on our first month anniversary. We got married as soon as I graduated and had you after three years.”
“I think Jungkook is it for me,” Jimin admitted. “I told him I love him last night.”
Jimin’s father threw a hand around his shoulder, squeezing him. “Like father like son,” he stated proudly. “We must go ring shopping soon.”
“Dad!” Jimin laughed, leaning more into his father’s embrace. “I don’t want to scare him away.” Surprisingly, the thought of a ring hadn’t even fazed him. He was only worried about what Jungkook would think. After all, Jungkook hadn’t said I love you back and Jimin didn’t want to push the younger.
“You won’t. Have you seen the way he looks at you?”
Jimin has, but he asked, “How does he look at me?”
His father snorted, “Like you’re the only person in the room.”
A contented sigh left his lips. “He’s so adorable.”
“He is.” A comfortable silence fell between them. “I heard about Hwang.”
Jimin’s expression tightened. They thought he wasn’t aware of the bullying. The moment he learned what was going on, he’d raised a flag to HR. The individuals involved will be properly dealt with and now the management had enough evidence to validate their termination.
Hwang had a week to leave the company and he stayed only because of the ongoing project that was due next week and asking him to leave immediately would affect the project. But they will get their memo. His father worked hard to keep Park Corporation an LGBTQ friendly environment. He wouldn’t let some entitled freaks to ruin that.
“I think you’re doing great, son,” his father continued. “You have everything under control and handling the management even better than me.”
“Dad…” Jimin shook his head. “It will take me years before I can get anywhere near you.”
“That’s not true.” His father chuckled. “But that was a good boost to my ego.”
“As if your ego needs to get any bigger.”
Their laughter was light-hearted.
“Namjoon speaks higher of the boy. I think he’ll do great in research and development,” his father commented after a while.
“I told Jungkook he could move to R & D. He wants more time.”
His father hummed. Jimin meant every word he told Jungkook that night. If Jungkook wished to move to R & D—which Jimin wouldn’t have it any other way—he’d give everything he would need. Jungkook was talented. Jimin had no doubt. He worked hard and he was dedicated but he was hiding behind the desk and wasting away all that talent. Most of all, he won’t let anyone walk all over Jungkook and take credit for something that didn’t belong to them.
As he watched Jungkook and his mother flitting around the kitchen, he felt the familiar warmth and fondness settle in his chest. This moment felt so right.
Every day Jimin learned new things about Jungkook. The youngest was playful and funny. Oh man, did he love to tease? The entire morning Jungkook had teased Jimin relentlessly. Though it appeared innocent, Jimin knew differently, which was the very reason he had pulled the youngest away at the very first chance he got. The same reason that he currently had the youngest bent over his bedroom couch.
“You were saying something, baby?” Jimin asked, tugging at Jungkook’s hair and the youngest moaned some incoherent words as Jimin hit his prostrate, his fingers continued to thrust relentlessly. “Hmm, that’s what I thought.”
Jimin kissed Jungkook’s shoulder and the youngest protested when he withdrew his fingers. Jungkook’s hand shot out to grip Jimin’s hip.
“Shh…baby. I’ve got you.” Jimin kissed Jungkook’s neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses along with his shoulder blades and down his spine. He gripped his hips and manhandled him to hold his thighs tighter. “I’m gonna fuck your thighs today.”
Jungkook whimpered. “I-inside,” he panted. “W-want you inside, hyung.”
“Not today, baby,” Jimin whispered, kissing him again sucking his ear lobe. “I want that to be special. How about the New Year? Hold on for a few more days, will you? I want you all for myself.”
“And you’re not ready to take me in, baby. You’re too tight.” He ran his hands along the side of Jungkook’s hips, tracing down to his thighs. “I want you to get used to this before we do the actual thing, hmm?” Jimin continued to pepper kisses along his back, his voice was deep and sultry.
The elder spread lube between Jungkook’s inner thighs before stroking his erection. “Do you know how hard it is to resist you? Especially when you look all flushed and pretty for me?” Jungkook let out a loud moan when Jimin slid between his thighs. “Hold your legs tight, sweetheart.”
A shudder ran through Jungkook’s body.
“Fuck!” Jimin cursed, throwing his head back as his pleasure exploded in him. “Your thighs are like a wet dream. Look at you, baby. You called me Adonis. Have you ever looked at yourself, hmm?”
Jungkook whimpered in response to Jimin’s thrusts. His cock slid in and out of Jungkook’s thighs, glistening with lube. Jimin leaned forward, his chest pressed to Jungkook’s back, feeling every flex of his taut muscle. One of his hands, slipped to the front of Jungkook, taking his erect cock in his grip. The lube making the up and down slide easier and the youngest moaned again.
“How does it feel, baby?”
“G-good. Ah…F-feels so good, hyung.”
Jimin hummed. Oh, the things he wanted to do to him. “I’m gonna make it so good for you, baby. Gonna get you something special to get you used to this. Get you all stretched nicely before I can fuck you with my cock.”
Jungkook whimpered loudly.
“You’re such a tease, Jungkookie.” Sweat dripped from Jimin’s temple to Jungkook’s back. The sounds of their skin slapping against each other were too obscene. “Is this what you wanted, baby? For hyung to fuck you like this?”
Jimin straightened, wrapping a hand around Jungkook’s middle bringing him to flush against his chest. Jimin’s cock brushed Jungkook’s sensitive entrance a few times. The youngest threw his head back, dropping it on Jimin’s shoulder as the elder jerked him in time with his thrusts with the other hand.
“Kiss me.” Jungkook’s plea was barely a whisper that Jimin would have missed it if they weren’t so close.
Jimin turned his head, catching Jungkook’s soft, thin lips in a passionate kiss. The elder flattened the hand, holding Jungkook over his abdomen, relishing the way his abdominal muscles tightening under his palm. His tongue massaged Jungkook’s tongue, sucking in a sensual rhythm as the familiar pressure coiled in his stomach, seeking relief.
Jimin released Jungkook’s lips. “I wanna mark you, baby. Can I?” He grunted and let out low, throaty moans as he chased their orgasms.
Jungkook nodded and turned his head to give him better access. Jimin latched on to the soft skin on his neck, sucking a bruise as he sensed Jungkook tensing in his arms. His breath stuttered as the youngest thrust into his hand.
“Close…” Jungkook moaned. “Gonna…ah, h-hyung…”
“Let go, baby. Come to me. Make a mess.”
“Are you, ah…f-fuck!” Jungkook’s warm release spilled in his hand and the leather couch, a deep, long moan leaving the younger one’s lips.
Jimin continued to jerk him, milking out every drop of his orgasm before spilling over Jungkook’s thighs as he chanted his lover’s name repeatedly. Their chests heaved as they climbed down from their intense orgasms.
The elder turned Jungkook carefully in his arms before kissing all over his face. Jimin wasn’t into BDSM nor super dominant by nature, but Jungkook stirred some of the deepest desires he would have otherwise never tried with anyone. The youngest was sensitive and got emotional during their intimacy and Jimin found it endearing. He loved the aftercare, something he never did before to anyone.
Jungkook was special in every sense. Sex with Jungkook was so satisfying. He loved how responsive Jungkook was to his every touch, how easy it was to rile the youngest and he loved it, even more, when he came apart in his hands.
The youngest buried his face into his neck and clung to him as he held him, speaking softly and allowing him to calm down. He ran his hand on Jungkook’s back as he sat on the couch, adjusting Jungkook on his lap. The youngest settled in his lap, curling into his body.
“I was thinking…would you like to go out tonight? I’ll invite my hyungs and you can invite your hyungs. We can go to this rooftop bar in Hongdae.” He cupped Jungkook’s face, gently tilting to look into his half-lidded eyes. “I went there once with my hyungs like two years ago. It’s a nice place with games and drinks.”
“They have games?” Jungkook whispered, his tone sleepy yet content.
“Mhmm…Foosball, Beer Pong, Darts, Table Tennis, Nintendo Switch, MarioKart, Uno, Jenga—it’ll be fun. And it’ll be just the seven of us.”
“I’d love that.”
He kissed the side of Jungkook’s head. “Great. Come here. Sit here for a minute. I’ll clean you and then we can cuddle, hmm?”
Jungkook nodded, sliding away from Jimin’s lap to sit on the couch while the elder headed to the bathroom. At that moment, he realized how terrifically fortunate he was to find Jimin. He wondered how a man like him could exist in real life. Jimin was perfection in every sense.
A smile tugged at his lips as he replayed their conversation from the previous night. He appreciated that Jimin was attentive and listened to everything he had to say. Jungkook loved how Jimin made time for him despite his hectic schedule and other things that put him on a tight leash. His lovely parents were like icing to the cake. They reminded him of his parents and Jungkook slowly realized he’d fallen harder.
The youngest said nothing as Jimin returned with a washcloth and proceeded to clean him gently and carefully before dressing him in comfortable sweats and t-shirt.
“Come here, baby.” He led Jungkook to the bed. “Lay down. I’ll grab my phone and I’ll join you shortly, hmm?”
“Can you bring me my phone too?”
“Sure, babe.” Jimin kissed his forehead and pulled the covers over him as Jungkook settled in the bed, feeling contented.
If the warmth that spread in his chest every time he looked at Jimin wasn’t an indication he didn’t know what it was. He was purely, madly, and deeply in love with this man. It could be too soon, it could be even reckless, but the youngest couldn’t care less.
It felt as if he was in one of those Hallmark movies. So surreal yet like Taehyung said, how could one have a say about these things. The heart will always want what it wants. In his heart, Jungkook knew Jimin was the one. And he embraced the warm, fuzzy feeling that blanketed him.
When Jimin slid into the bed beside him and pulled him into his tight embrace, Jungkook texted his BFF and partner in crime.
I think I have fallen in love.
Saturday night was everything Jungkook expected and unexpected. Jimin, he learned was more fun to be around when he wasn’t the CEO who had to uphold a stoic persona. With his hyungs, the eldest was just a goofball with loud laughter and often dissolved into giggles.
When Jimin laughed, he laughed with his entire body, he fell onto the person next to him. They were at the rooftop bar in Hongdae, but Jungkook couldn’t remove his eyes from Jimin, not even for a second. As the night progressed, the friends got acquainted with each other, finding more things in common. They fit right in like pieces of the puzzle.
It wasn’t every day Jungkook felt a sense of belonging. He was the maknae of the group and was treated as such. Once the initial bit of awkwardness washed away, he mingled with them as if he’d known them for years.
He loved Seokjin, who happened to share similar brain cells as him. The oldest of the group had a thing for food and cracked jokes that had everyone double up with laughter. Hoseok was the embodiment of positivity, so cheerful, loud and bright, and the mood setter of the group while Namjoon was the man of reasoning. A few minutes into the conversation, Jungkook was in awe. He never knew much about the man outside of work, but the more he talked the more he was entranced. He was such a knowledgeable person and Jungkook could see himself looking up to the elder in so many ways than one.
“You enjoying, baby?” Jimin slid a hand over his thigh and leaned closer. They were all huddled around a table they found earlier in a corner far from the bar.
“Yes,” Jungkook beamed. Crowded places weren’t his scene, but with the right people, he could enjoy them.
Jin hyung and Tae hyung returned with the next round of drinks. Beer and shots for the others, mocktail for Jungkook.
“You can drink, you know,” Jimin said. “I’ll take care of you.”
“I know,” Jungkook replied with a soft smile. “I’m driving tonight and I’m not in the mood for drinking. It’s fine.”
Jimin squeezed his thigh. “If you say so. But don’t hold back if you wanna drink. We can just call a taxi and have my driver pick your car later.”
Jungkook shook his head. “I’m fine, hyung. Just wanna enjoy this night with you.”
Jimin’s smile widened. “Yeah?”
The elder tipped his chin, pecking his lips. “You’re so adorable, do you know that?”
“I’ve been told that a few times.” Jungkook blushed.
Jimin hummed. “And cute.”
Jungkook chuckled. Their conversation broke when Taehyung announced he wanted to play games. Overall, it was the best night Jungkook ever had. Sure, he had fun with his hyungs before, but this was different. This time it was special because he had someone who loved him.
As the night progressed, Jungkook found himself more and more enamored by Jimin if he wasn’t already. Jimin was a decent gamer. He could be competitive when he wanted, but he was more easygoing and enjoyed making his friends laugh more than winning. Another fact that charmed Jungkook.
The next thing was the duality. One moment Jimin could be soft, sweet, and cute like a kitten, and the next he was like a siren going for his heart.
“Fuck, your man is hot, Jungkookie!” Taehyung whispered beside him as Jimin rolled his body in time with the sensual music. He was a few feet away from them, dancing with Hoseok but his eyes were fixated on the youngest.
“And insatiable,” Jungkook added as his cheeks flared.
“He hasn’t even fucked you yet.” Taehyung quirked his brows.
“Hyung…” Jungkook whined. “You sure know there are other things that could be done other than fucking.”
“So I’ve been told. Thanks for the warning by the way. I know what to expect when he finally goes all the way with you.”
Jungkook slapped his arm. “Shut up!”
“What? I’m just happy that I won’t be the only one limping around the apartment after our wild night outs. I’ll soon have company.”
Jungkook’s face had heated up and he had no doubt he’d be looking red like a tomato. He turned away from Jimin, threw his hands around Tae’s neck and began swaying to the music. Anything to keep him distracted from Jimin to catching up on their conversation.
Not less than a minute later, he felt a pair of strong arms encircling his waist and pulling him flush against a warm chest. Jimin’s boots put him at the same height as Jungkook so Jimin’s breath hit Jungkook’s ears when he leaned to whisper, “Thinking about this morning?” Jungkook’s face flushed and his breath hitched. Jimin teased him by sucking his earlobe. “Are you sure you don’t wanna go home with me, baby?”
“Hyung…” Jungkook breathed as Jimin spun him around.
Jimin chuckled. “It’s okay. I was just teasing.”
Jungkook slapped at his chest playfully.
“I know you need some rest and you wouldn’t be getting one if you’re with me.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes. Jimin wasn’t really kidding when he said he could be demanding. He’d made him cum at least thrice that day alone. Jungkook didn’t think he couldn’t do it again even if he tried, but his cock was already hardening with interest.
“So, do you have any plans for the New Year weekend?” They were so close so they could talk to each other over the music. Their bodies were pressed deliciously close that was causing his heart to stutter. He found himself leaning closer, their hips pressing together. Heat rushed to his cheeks when he felt Jimin’s arousal against his hip.
“No.” He shook his head. They decided to visit their family after the New Year. So, it left him and his hyungs to celebrate together as usual. They might go to watch fireworks, but that was all.
“Okay. Pack a bag for a night. I’m taking you somewhere.”
Jungkook lifted a brow. “Should I ask where?”
“Nope.” Jimin shook his head. “It’s a surprise.”
Surprises made Jungkook weak. He had no one else giving him surprises other than his hyungs. This left him to feel giddy all over, especially because he knew what that would entail. And was he ready for that? Hundred percent yes.
“I’ll text you the details later.” Jimin had let him go in favor of dancing, but the teasing continued and Jungkook loved every moment of it.
That night Jungkook learned a lot about Jimin. He was a whole package. Even Yoongi hyung was laughing along with Jimin, lighting the room with that adorable gummy smile. Things only got better when Hoseok announced Taehyung as the baby of the group. Jungkook wasn’t even surprised. His hyung had a way with his charms. Despite being elder than him, he loved being pampered and taken care of.
Most of all, what Jimin wanted Jimin got. Jungkook couldn’t be more sure when he fell back against his pillows, blissed and wrung out from his fourth orgasm as Jimin panted with his signature smile on top of him.
He definitely loved this man.
28th December, Monday
Monday morning Jungkook received a bouquet of red roses at his desk. A few heads popped from their respective cabins, surprised and curious. Jungkook was early as usual and thankfully, there were only a few people on the floor. Not that he cared.
Jungkook couldn’t help the goofy smile that stretched his lips as he traced the soft petals and inhaled the pleasant fragrance.
I just realized I’ve been an idiot and haven’t asked you to be my boyfriend yet.
So, my sweet Jungkookie, will you be my boyfriend?
You don’t have to answer that immediately.
I can hold on for a minute or two.
Jungkook barked with laughter as he read the note. Jimin was funny. He secured the card in his pocket and pulled his phone, ignoring the looks he was receiving.
It’s been five fucking minutes and I thought I might have to come down to persuade you.
Stop being extra.
I warned you I could be demanding.
I can handle you just fine.
Says the one who is complaining in less than a minute he said yes to be my boyfriend.
We aren’t supposed to use cell phones while working.
You’re making me break several rules here.
I’m the boss here.
Anyone who has complaints can take it up with me.
And it’s not 9 yet.
I’ll be sure to tell them that.
Okay. My 9 AM appointment is here.
Ugh! Why do they have to be so punctual?
Talk to you later, baby.
Jungkook thought of replying with Love you too, but decided against it. He would wait for the right moment and not just say it over the text. He wanted to look at Jimin’s face when he said that.
“Jungkook, is my report ready?” Hwang’s voice pulled him out of his reverie. “And you’re violating the office rules. I’ll be forced to confiscate your phone if you don’t put it aside.”
Jungkook lifted a brow, feeling annoyed. He knew Hwang only had a week left in the company. “Oh sorry, Hwang-ssi, but I got other things that need my attention. As for the phone, if you have trouble with me using the phone, you can take it up to the higher-ups. And it’s not nine yet. So, technically I’m not violating anything.” He powered up his computer and arranged his desk, getting ready for work.
“What the—Are you telling me that you can’t give me the report? You were supposed to finish it last Wednesday.”
Jungkook’s irritation flared. He was done taking shit from people. “First of all, it wasn’t even my responsibility, to begin with. Like I said, if you have trouble, take it up to the higher-ups.”
“If you can excuse me, Hwang-ssi, I have a presentation to work on. The one you fucked up in the last meeting,” Jungkook rubbed it in his face after being silent for months.
The staff around them watched with wide eyes and Jungkook ignored them. It was only the beginning. Jimin’s words kept repeating in his mind. What good did they do if they don’t even work for the salary they received every month? They were also an employee just like Jungkook. They were equals and they must do their part. Helping them when they needed assistance was different from doing it for them. No more, especially after Jimin put it that way, Jungkook saw it for what it was. It wasn’t about his comfort. It was about people fulfilling their responsibilities.
He knew Hwang was fuming, but he paid no heed as he started with his work for the day. Yunho and his minions avoided him for most of the day. But he could feel their gazes burning holes at his head whenever they walked past his aisle.
Jimin had a luncheon with their client so Jungkook ate with his hyung as usual. At around three p.m., however, he was surprised to see Minah on his floor.
“Jungkook-ssi,” she greeted with a wide smile. “This is for you.”
Jungkook thought he heard pops and cracks as almost entire heads on the floor whipped to him as he stood to take the drink from her hand. “Thanks.” He offered her a smile, which she reciprocated.
“Oh, check your phone. You have a few texts.” She winked before leaving him.
Jungkook once again ignored the others as he settled on his seat. He sipped the drink, simultaneously pulling his phone out to check the text, and almost moaned as the taste exploded in his tongue. It was most certainly the best dry fruit milkshake he ever tasted.
We went to this small diner after the luncheon for coffee. I ordered this milkshake and it’s literally the best I ever had.
Hope you like it.
Do you think you can stop by my office in the evening? I have a conference call with our French client at 8, but I have a free hour before that. You can come over after work, it’ll be just me and the hyungs.
We could grab some dinner and talk.
It’s so delicious, hyung.
Thanks and I’ll see you at 6 then.
Jimin was alone when Jungkook entered his office with a knock. His assistant and hyungs had already left.
“Lock the door,” Jimin instructed without taking his eyes off the monitor.
A delicious shiver ran down his spine at his words and Jungkook locked the door. It was safe to say, they had much more than just dinner before the said call.
31st December, Thursday
Jimin had picked him up a little after breakfast that morning to meet up with his parents, hyungs, and a few other family members for lunch. The day was a blur with them catching up with their hyungs for dinner before heading for the COEX New Year countdown.
Happiness, for Jungkook, wasn’t how much money one spent or how extravagant the date was. To him, it was when he was with his loved ones. Jimin, fortunately, happened to think the same because so far whatever he planned for special occasions had included their loved ones.
Even now as he eagerly waited for the countdown to begin with his arms draped around Jimin’s waist, chin resting on Jimin’s shoulder, his hyungs were right beside him along with the new friends he made in the past week.
It was the best New Year celebration that topped his lists even though the night hasn’t ended yet. No, this was a new beginning that marked the next step in their relationship. Jungkook felt fuzzy all over and he’d just had a glass of Champagne. This was the best feeling ever.
He scanned the crowd quickly. They were surrounded by happy faces everywhere. Joy bubbling and radiating off everyone. When he turned to meet Jimin’s soft gaze, the noises around them were a blur.
“I love you,” Jimin whispered fully turning in his hold to face him. He was extremely gorgeous with his hair parted to the side and away from his forehead as usual. He’d replaced his usual silver hoops with dangling earrings. His GUCCI jacket slid off his shoulders as he clung to Jungkook’s shoulder. Jimin leaned closer.
“I love you too, hyung.”
Their gazes locked and he felt Jimin smile against his lips.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”
Jungkook sighed contently into the kiss as fireworks lit the sky around them. When they parted, their faces were as bright as the fireworks.
“May our love grow stronger by year. Thank you for sharing this moment with me, Jungkookie. Thank you for stumbling onto me that night. Thank you for letting me take you home and charm you.” Jimin laughed. “Oh, god! I love you so much I don’t even have enough words to say it.”
Jungkook leaned closer. “Then you can show me, hyung.” He closed the distance to nibble at Jimin’s ears. “Make love to me and show you how much you love me.”
“Fuck! You can’t tell me things like that and expect me to not react.” Jimin pressed his hips against his in response.
Jungkook chuckled. “I never told you to hold back.”
Jimin shook his head with an amused laugh. “Let’s watch the fireworks first.” He turned Jungkook’s head to the sky with the same smile before turning away in Jungkook’s hold.
Jimin held his hand throughout the drive to this undisclosed location. The drive was smooth, the roads were a bit crowded but they reached the Golden Tulip Skybay Hotel that offered a great view of Gyeongpo Beach.
Jungkook barely registered the luxurious interior before he headed to the ensuite bathroom with his bag and jumped into the shower, carefully prepping himself following Taehyung’s guidance the other day. He was so excited to be alone with Jimin and he was anticipating this night more than anything was.
If he had stopped to look around earlier, he’d have taken note of the beautifully decorated room. When he returned from his shower wearing nothing but a boxer and bathrobe, the room still knocked his breath away. If the dim lights and soft, sensual music drifting around them was any indication of what awaited him that night Jungkook couldn’t wait any longer.
Jimin perched on the edge of the bed, nursing a glass of red wine. He had ditched his jacket on the couch and the first few buttons of his shirt were open, his sleeves rolled back to his elbows. The youngest gulped. Jimin looked extremely sexy and a shiver ran down Jungkook’s spine.
He felt severely underdressed and he blamed Taehyung for it. At least, he was glad that he waxed his entire body. Jungkook’s eyes widened and cheeks flared when he finally noticed the rose petals sprinkled on the bed.
Jimin’s gaze on him was intense. “Come here,” he beckoned; his voice was thick and full of lust. Jungkook shuffled on his feet, toes almost curling in his fuzzy slippers. He bit into his lower lip as he slowly reached the elder.
Jimin’s hand shot out, grabbing Jungkook by his arm and pulling him onto his lap, nosing along the column of his neck. Jungkook blushed hard. No matter how many times they had kissed or done more intimate things, Jimin made him feel as if it was his first time. He also made him feel desirable, the power that accompanied that feeling was so addictive.
Jungkook’s fingers curled around Jimin’s shoulder as he stretched his neck to give him better access. The elder’s lips ghosted over his skin, his breath leaving a warm trail. The first kiss on his jaw was softly followed by a nip that had Jungkook part his lips in anticipation, his eyes fall shut.
When Jimin captured his lips, the kiss was so slow and sensual, just their lips sliding with each other. Jimin’s tongue teased his bottom lip and swept across the seam of his lips. Jungkook opened wide to taste the sweetness of Jimin’s mouth but the elder was pulling back.
Jungkook blinked his eyes open to see Jimin lifting the wine glass to his lips. “Drink,” he said softly. “It’s very sweet.”
The youngest obeyed, their gazes locked and never wavering. Jungkook drained the wine, Jimin putting away the glass before swiftly pushing Jungkook onto the bed. He maneuvered Jungkook to the middle of the bed. His warm fingers trailed over his thigh, nails scraping over the sensitive skin.
“You waxed,” Jimin murmured. “So pretty.”
Jungkook’s breathing grew heavier, the wine igniting a pleasant buzz in his blood. All he could focus on was the fiery trail Jimin’s touch left on his skin. He gasped when Jimin kissed the inside of his thigh. The touch didn’t last long. Soon Jimin was kissing him senseless again, leaving them both breathless and panting.
The youngest hardly registered the cold air hitting his torso. His fingers were tangled in Jimin’s blonde locks as he sucked on the elder’s tongue. When Jimin broke the kiss, the youngest whined only to moan when the elder sucked a hickey on his neck.
Jimin alternated between kissing and sucking along his neck and collarbone. It was hard enough to draw needy whines from the youngest. Jungkook arched his back when Jimin teases his nipples, his stomach clenching when one of Jimin’s hands slid down to palm him through his boxers.
Jungkook was in heaven, his brain hazy with want. He decided it was the right decision to wait and made a note to thank Jimin later. While he didn’t know what to expect, this was already the best experience he ever had. He could say Jimin had planned more considering the number of chocolates and other items he noticed on the table but they’ve waited too long for this moment.
“Baby…” Jimin’s breathy voice pulled him out of his reverie. Jungkook blinked several times to clear some of his haze. “Can I?”
Can I what?
Jungkook simply stared at Jimin, far gone to comprehend what was being asked. As he watched wordlessly, Jimin leaned to kiss him softly.
“I’m gonna undress you now,” he said and Jungkook made an impatient sound in his throat making Jimin chuckle against his lips. “So, impatient, huh?”
Jungkook whined, fisting at Jimin’s shirt. Fuck. Jimin was still fully dressed. His hair was disheveled. Thanks to Jungkook but there was something about the way that made Jungkook feel. He felt so exposed yet so good.
Jimin’s eyes never once left Jungkook when he finally pulled off the boxer, throwing it somewhere, leaving Jungkook clad only in his fluffy blue bathrobe that was open and did nothing to hide his modesty. Not that Jungkook cared. Being half-dressed yet exposed to Jimin’s eyes only increased the appeal of this entire situation.
Jimin was already hooking his hands under Jungkook’s hips, spreading his legs and placing a bruising kiss on his hipbone. Jungkook’s cock twitched. It almost hurt with a lack of attention. He tilted his hip, wanting Jimin to take the hint and give him what he wanted, but the elder continued to tease.
Jungkook’s breathing grew harder as Jimin sucked another bruise in his inner thigh. Jimin loved to mark him and who was he to complain. He had learned that he loved it when Jimin marked him. It left him flustered whenever he looked at him in the mirror; it also reminded him that he had an insatiable boyfriend. The very boyfriend who looked at him every time as if he wanted to devour him. Well, the one who devoured him at every opportunity he got. He definitely wasn’t complaining.
The youngest yelped when Jimin pinched his inner thigh. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. You’re thinking too much.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes, only to moan louder when Jimin took his entire length into his mouth. From there, all he could focus was on the warmth of Jimin’s mouth and the pleasure shooting from the tip of his cock to the other parts of his body. It was all too much. The sight of Jimin’s plump lips wrapped around his cock was alone enough to send him over the edge.
With Jimin’s skillful tongue swirling around the head, lapping at his slit as he used his hand to pump the rest of his cock that didn’t fit into Jimin’s mouth while the other hand caressed his balls, it didn’t take long for Jungkook to come apart. He didn’t even get the chance to warn Jimin before shooting his warm cum down his throat. The elder barely batted his eyes while sucking him dry, swallowing every drop he had to offer.
Jungkook’s chest heaved, hands fisting the sheet and toes curling as Jimin slipped on of his finger to tease his rim. “W-wanna see you,” the youngest demanded, his eyes hooded with lust.
Usually, he’d be sated with just the orgasm, especially an intense one as this. But tonight was different. He knew there was more to come and by somehow miracle, he had kept his overwhelming emotions in check. Perhaps it was the week-long sexual encounters with Jimin that had prepared him mentally to withstand more than one orgasm.
“You’re already seeing me, sweetheart.”
Jungkook fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Naked, hyung. You’re overdressed,” he stated, growing bolder mostly because of his impatience and the growing need to see Jimin in all his glory. His taut muscles and creamy skin that he wanted to taste, his strong muscular thighs and shapely ass he wanted to sink his teeth into. Jungkook whined, his line of thoughts surprising even to him.
Jimin had awoken a monster inside him and once again, he was far from complaining. He couldn’t get enough and only wanted more. He wanted everything Jimin had to offer.
“Off…” He whined again.
Jimin smirked but slipped off the bed. Jungkook watched with half-lidded eyes as Jimin stripped, agonizingly slow and taking his time. As much as Jungkook wanted to spring out of the bed and finish the task himself, he held on. Because Jimin was extremely sexy and the slow tease was only increasing the burning need.
“Stop teasing…” Jungkook fussed, sitting upright to discard his robe. “Hyung, don’t keep me waiting tonight.”
“Someone is so demanding today,” Jimin teased.
“Stop… Can’t you see how much it’s killing me to stay put? Come here already.”
Jimin chuckled, an airy sound that warmed his insides. But he quickly discarded his clothes, kicking them away before climbing onto the bed and capturing Jungkook’s lips in a searing kiss. The youngest felt himself grow hard and vaguely registered Jimin reaching for the lube from the side of the bed. He didn’t even remember seeing it there before.
“No need for that,” Jungkook panted against Jimin’s mouth. “I’m ready.”
Jimin narrowed his eyes with a teasing smirk. His finger teasing his rim before pushing in. “You touched yourself.”
Jungkook nodded vigorously. “F-for you.”
The smile on Jimin’s face was so bright that Jungkook thought he was brighter than the Christmas lights that lit up the entire street. If this made Jimin happier, he’d be glad to stretch himself every day. Probably, he should try those butt plugs Taehyung keeps talking about. Now he could understand why Taehyung did what he did.
Jimin slipped two fingers inside, working the lube around before slipping in the third finger. “You’re still tight.”
Jungkook jerked with a strangled moan when Jimin curled his fingers hitting his prostrate. The elder repeated the process and soon Jungkook was demanding Jimin to be inside of him, to which he complied. When Jimin slid it, Jungkook had held his breath. The first stretch of Jimin’s cock was both painful and exhilarating.
His body fought the intrusion as it adjusted to the foreign feeling. He heard Jimin asking him to breathe and relax. He followed the command religiously. The stretch burned yet it was blissful. Not really. It was anything but pleasurable, but it was Jimin and that was what made it all bearable and still kept the anticipation burning.
Jimin took his time, extremely patient as he pushed in until he bottomed out. Even after all the careful prep, he was still tight. The elder had spent more time stretching and scissoring him with his fingers even when Jungkook claimed he was ready. Now the youngest understood why Jimin was hesitant and didn’t give in to his demand. Jimin was big, blessed very much in girth and length. While that fact wasn’t a secret, he was really bigger than the sex toys Jimin used on in the past week while he prepared the youngest physically and emotionally for this night.
Jimin was talking to him in hushed whispers, kissing him to distract him and getting him to relax.
“Breathe, baby. You’re too tense.”
Jungkook followed Jimin’s instructions and took a few relaxing breaths, forcing his terse muscles to relax. Jimin reached between them to grip his hardened cock, languidly stroking it. The youngest gasped softly, his body further relaxing and eyes falling shut.
It felt good. He felt full. A few minutes had passed and Jimin rolled his hips experimentally. The gentle nudge of his cock against Jungkook’s prostate had him arch his back with a gasp.
“Y-yeah.” He nodded.
Jimin continued to roll his hips allowing him to get used to the new sensation. Soon Jungkook found himself gyrating his hips.
Jimin pulled out causing Jungkook to blink and reaching forward to stop him with a frown, but he pushed right back in. Not hard, but deep in a smooth thrust. Jungkook moaned, his stomach clenching as Jimin repeated the motion.
The youngest threw his head back, both his hands gripping Jimin’s shoulder, blunt nails digging into his skin as the elder increased the pace of his thrusts. In a particular position when Jimin slightly changed his angle, Jungkook almost jerked, a strangled moan leaving his lips.
Jungkook had expected Jimin to go faster and harder like he did when he fucked his thighs. He even thought Jimin would flip him onto his stomach and fuck him into the mattress once he’d gotten used to the feeling of his cock stretching him. However, the elder was staring into his eyes then, his hips rolling gently as if they had all the time in the world.
Every stroke of Jimin’s cock had Jungkook moan. He loved the way Jimin looked at him with a fond smile mixed with desire and admiration. Like nothing else existed except Jungkook. Something warmth bloomed in Jungkook’s chest. It was happening a lot these days and Taehyung said that was how love felt.
Everything about this moment was just so perfect. The ambiance of the room, the mild fragrance of the room freshener accompanied with that of fresh roses that was now being crushed under their bodies, the soft, sensual music combined with the distant sound of the ocean. Jungkook felt like he was in heaven. He couldn’t remember another time he felt this serene or happy. Any special moments he held closer to his heart had blurred to the background.
“Kiss me, hyung,” he whispered.
Jimin complied, slotting their lips together. The kiss was slow, gently just their lips loving languidly against each other. Jungkook savored the kiss, moaning in his throat as Jimin’s thrusts grew urgent. A hand wrapped around Jungkook’s cock, jerking him in time with the thrusts.
The mind-blowing orgasm crashed over him and he felt Jimin crying out his name before his hips bucked. Jimin collapsed on top of him, their chests pressing together, hearts beating as one. Both were speechless. Usually, Jimin spoke a lot during their intimacy but tonight was different. They hadn’t needed words. It was as if their bodies were doing all the talking they needed and their eyes conveying all the emotions.
Strangely, Jungkook was the one to recover first. He ran his hand on Jimin’s back, holding him closer. He felt Jimin’s chest heave even as his own had calmed down. Jungkook turned them so they both lay side by side. He cupped Jimin’s face, tilting him to lock their gazes again. His heart clenched when he saw Jimin’s glazed ones. The elder blinked back the tears, his nostrils flaring as he placed a hand over Jungkook’s.
“That…” Jimin’s voice was barely above a whisper. “That was incredible.” He even sounded dreamy as he gave a watery laugh.
Jungkook kissed him. Even as Jimin slowly pulled out his softening cock, they continued to kiss, hands tracing each other’s body. It was never too enough.
Jimin always asked him how he got lucky with Jungkook, but the youngest thought it was the opposite. He knew Jimin could have anyone he wanted, but he chose Jungkook. As for the youngest, he was grateful that he found someone who understood and appreciated him for who he was. He always listened intently to Jungkook, asked questions, and shared his thoughts. Never had he missed to praise the youngest. Jungkook may or may not have realized he had a praise kink and Jimin was only happy to feed his kink at any given opportunity.
“I love you,” Jungkook whispered against Jimin’s lips.
“I love you too,” Jimin whispered back. “Marry me, baby.” He was kissing him again. “Fuck! I was going to wait until morning and ask you while we watch the sunrise. But you’re my fucking sunrise, baby. Please say yes.”
Jungkook laughed, literally laughed, his entire body shaking as he shook his head. “I can’t believe you.”
“What? My dad proposed to my mom on their first month anniversary. I thought I’ll wait, but how can I resist when you look so beautiful. All I can think about is how I don’t think I can live another day if this man isn’t mine.”
“You’re so cheesy, hyung.” Jungkook was still laughing.
“You love it.”
“So, tell me, baby. Will you marry me and make this idiot the most luckiest man alive?”
Jungkook scrunched his nose. “Hmm…Can I think about it?”
“Sure. I can wait for a minute or two. Not a problem at all,” Jimin said nonchalantly with his face all serious.
Jungkook laughed out loud. “You’re impossible.” He shook his head.
“I don’t see a ring.”
“Oh.” Jimin blinked. “Hold on, I have it somewhere here.” He was already moving Jungkook to roll off the bed.
Jungkook stopped him. “And the sun hasn’t risen yet.”
Jimin pouted and Jungkook cooed at him.
“As much as romantic this is…” he trailed off running a finger on Jimin’s chest. “Why don’t you stick to your original plan?” He tilted his head. “I’m sure you have a speech prepared. I’d really like to know what you wanted to say and…maybe I really wanted to see you on your knee.”
“Oh, I’ll get on my knees anytime you want it, baby. You don’t even have to ask.” Jimin was kissing him, the teasing smile back on his lips as he squeezed Jungkook’s ass.
“Yeah?” Jungkook breathed out, his cock jerking with interest. “You said you liked to fuck harder and faster.” He leaned brushing his lips over Jimin’s. “Why don’t you show me while we wait for the sunrise?”
“Fuck! You will be the death of me.” Jimin was cursing and soon he was flipped Jungkook onto his back delivering just that.
Jungkook sported a giddy smile while they drove back to Seoul that night. His body was pleasantly sore and he couldn’t help but trace the simple band in his left ring finger.
Jimin had proposed to him that morning after they watched the sunrise together with an emotional confession. Though he knew Jimin was going to propose, it didn’t make the entire moment any less special. He’d had enough presence of mind to set the camera so now their special moment was recorded and will be cherished for years to come.
Jungkook was still surprised at the sudden change of events. Less than a month ago, he was single as a Pringle. But now, he had a boyfriend. No, a fiancé. A smile tugged at his lips involuntarily.
He wanted to call Taehyung and blast his ears but he held on wanting to see his reaction in person while he broke the news to him. Also, Jungkook had conveniently forgotten his phone charger at home and he was too busy to use Jimin’s charger. Now Jimin was charging his phone in the car and Jungkook didn’t bother because he already texted Taehyung from Jimin’s phone. He could survive a few more hours without a phone.
“Forgot to tell you,” Jimin said as they maneuvered through the city traffic. It was close to midnight when they finally arrived in Seoul with the traffic being heavy. They were ten minutes away from Jungkook’s apartment. “Namjoon hyung texted earlier. You remember the guy I told you about, JJK?”
Jungkook blinked, pulled out of his reverie. “Ah, yeah?”
“He accepted our proposal,” Jimin beamed, eyes still on road. “He has a few demands though, but this is the second-best news I received this year.” He slanted a glance at Jungkook.
That drew a chuckle from Jungkook. “Mhmm…Whatever doesn’t include me will always be the second-best,” he teased light-heartedly before sobering up. “Hyung…there’s—”
“Yah! Brat, get out.” The knock on the window had him jerk and Jungkook turned to see very excited Taehyung hovering over the window. He hadn’t even realized they had reached his apartment and now was parked in front of the building driveway since Jimin was only dropping him off.
Jungkook lowered the window. “Were you waiting for me?”
Taehyung shrugged. “Wanted to catch you first you know.” He winked.
The youngest rolled his eyes upon hearing his enthusiasm. He wouldn’t leave him until Jungkook had given him every minute detail. He turned to Jimin. “Hyung, you sure don’t wanna come over?”
“It’s okay, baby. You need to rest and I have to grab a few things from my place.” He took Jungkook’s hand in his, thumb tracing the engagement ring. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Jungkook leaned over pressing their lips together. “I love you, hyung. Rest well.”
“I love you too, baby. Good night.”
“Good night, Taehyungie!”
“Good night, Minnie!” Taehyung waved excitedly, already opening the door and pulling Jungkook out by his hand. He had already retrieved Jungkook’s bag. When did he do that?
“Bitch, you’re engaged!” Taehyung’s eyes were round, mouth agape and he held him in a tight grip before hugging the daylights out of him with a high-pitched squeal.
Jimin drove away with a tingle of laughter and Jungkook couldn’t wait to settle in his bed with his best friend as he gushed about his perfect fiancé. “My balls are freezing, hyung. Let’s go up. You’re making me hot cocoa and I’ll tell you everything you need.”
“Yoongi hyung takes the guest room tonight.”
“Of course. I won’t have it another way.” Taehyung flashed his boxy smile as he dragged Jungkook into the building.
2nd January, Saturday
The tires of his car squealed as he hit the brakes. The vehicle came to a screeching halt and he exited, not bothering to close the door and throwing the keys to the security. Flashes of cameras blinded him with several shouts of questions being thrown at him. Dread filled his stomach as he noticed the reporters. Jimin ignored them all.
Minah perked up from where she waited for him by the entrance. “Everyone’s waiting for you in the meeting room,” she said matching his quick strides to the elevator.
They passed several bleary-eyed staff, the uniformed cops talking to them. “Why are the cops here?”
“I just got here, Mr. Park. It’s not just the police, but the cybercrime people are also here.”
Jimin let that information sink in. “Get the reporters inside and have them wait in the lobby. It’s snowing outside. Get the security to lobby and make sure they don’t speak to any of the staff.”
“Yes, Mr. Park.” She quickly typed away in her iPad as they stepped into the elevator. “So far we have called in only the staff who have access to our server room. Namjoon-ssi asked us to bring in the employees from the programming and R & D division for inquiry. The heads of the department are also here.”
Jimin nodded. The elevator dinged and Jimin strode out, his hands fisting inside the pockets of his sweatpants. He was still in his nightwear, black sweatpants, and grey t-shirt. He didn’t even bother to change when he received the news at ass o’clock about the security breach. Well, not before silencing his parent’s phones and informing the housekeeper to tell them that he was heading to the office. He still had a few hours before his dad woke up. The young CEO needed answers before that.
His phone buzzed with notifications.
Biggest security breach of the year! The First European Bank reported a security breach earlier this morning when the users filed multiple complains about losing money from their accounts…
Jimin locked his phone with a clench of his jaw as the meeting room came into view.
“How did this happen?” Jimin stormed into the meeting room, paying no heed to the wooden door banging to the wall with a crashing sound.
All the department heads were here immersed in a serious conversation. Sungmin and the others jumped to their feet, the sullen expressions on their faces did nothing to ease his tension.
“We are yet to find out,” Sungmin said, sharing an uneasy look with the others. “The cybercrime people are here and our team is working hard to find the issue.”
“How bad is the situation?”
“Very bad. Millions of personal account information are compromised. The bank has ceased the transactions but…” Namjoon spoke, sharing another look with the others. “Whoever is doing this has overridden the systems and took control of the bank servers. They are losing money.”
“We offer one of the best cyber crime security solutions in the industry, don’t we?” Jimin hissed. “The banks prefer us for a reason. We have to stop this shit now. What have we done so far?”
“The cybercrime is working with our team,” Sungmin said again. “We came as soon as we were alerted. At first, it looked like a virus, but it’s not just that. They’re trying to identify the threat.”
“The media has caught wind of this. It’s gonna blow, Min,” Namjoon’s voice was gravelly.
No shit. Jimin paled. Fuck.
A breach like that would ruin the entire business. Fuck.
“Where are they?” Jimin asked, running his hand through his unkempt hair.
“In the main server room,” Sungmin replied.
Jimin pivoted on his heel, almost running to their main server room a few floors below, which took up the entire floor. The others were hot on his heels. Soon he burst through the door, coming face to face with the authorities who were in deep conversation with his staff. The cold air made him shiver slightly.
“Oh, Mr. Park, you’re here,” one of the authorities approached him as if reading his questions. “We just finished our initial inquiries. The software is highly advanced and it shouldn’t be possible for someone to override it from a remote location. Someone has to manually give access to the third party.”
“What’s the action plan?” Jimin’s heart raced. The man in his mid-thirties smiled. He actually smiled as if they had the situation under control. “Tell me you have a way. That you have everything under control,” Jimin asked feeling hopeful.
“Not yet,” the man shook his head. “But we might have a plan. We just learned that this was built by JJK, one of the top-ranking software prodigies in South Korea,” he said that as if it was a solution itself. “Fortunately, JJK is also a certified hacker, one of the bests in the field. He has assisted us in multiple data-related crimes before. This is his specialty.”
A temporary relief flooded Jimin. Does this mean they just need to get JJK? It wasn’t new for Park Corporation to bring in freelancers. They worked with them all the time. JJK was one of them and though JJK had agreed to work with the Park Corporation, though he still wasn’t on the payroll.
“Don’t worry, Jimin-ssi. JJK loves a challenge and he has helped us out of worse situations than this. I’m sure we can get to the bottom of this before the sun rise.”
Jimin’s gaze scanned the room. He didn’t think any of them was JJK, they all wore similar tags like the officers and a few were his own staff members.
“Then get him.” Jimin felt like he was about to cry in relief. “Get him. I don’t care how much it will cost. I’ll pay extra. Please…get him. Why isn’t he here yet?”
“I’m sorry, Jimin-ssi.” The officer put a hand on Jimin’s shoulder and squeezed gently. “We couldn’t reach him.”
“Don’t worry. One of your colleagues said he knows where he lives and he is fetching him as we speak. JJK will be here—”
The door opened and three men rushed inside. “Sir, they’re here,” someone announced.
Jimin whipped around and froze, his gaze locking with wide doe-eyes. Even with the bucket hat and face mask that covered most of his face, there was no mistaking those chocolate brown orbs. He wore oversized black pants and a black long-sleeved hoodie.
“JJK, oh you brought Vante along,” the officer was already greeting them as Jimin blinked, clearly not expecting to see Jungkook and Taehyung here. Taehyung only wore a mask, but Jimin saw the recognition flicker in his gaze and noticed the sides of his eyes crinkling. He must be smiling under the mask. Yoongi shuffled on his feet beside him.
JJk as in Jeon Jungkook.
His adorable fiancé was the prodigy hacker they were trying to recruit for over two years. Suddenly it made sense why JJK had accepted their proposal while he had continuously rejected their offers in the past.
Jimin didn’t know if it was the relief he felt or the hope just skyrocketed. It was both, he decided. Mostly it was Jungkook and his best friend Taehyung. He trusted Jungkook.
Jungkook only nodded at him once before getting to work. Jimin didn’t recognize half the items they carried with them. The friends were quick to set up the devices on the makeshift table. Jimin realized they set up the workplace recently.
Jimin wondered if the others figured Jungkook was JJK, the software prodigy who built most of their successful software in the past two years. His products were high on demand and all this time he has been working in the Park Corporation as a programmer. Sungmin was all praises for this unknown man, who preferred to keep his identity a secret.
Sungmin and Namjoon hovered with a frown and confusion evident on their faces. Jimin’s gaze locked with Namjoon and Jimin shook his head to say he didn’t know. Namjoon shrugged in response, which meant he didn’t know either. Then a grin broke out of his face and the elder shook his head.
Jungkook ditched his hat and mask. “Keep the others out.” The command was soft-spoken but meant business. “These four can stay.” He pointed at Jimin, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Sungmin. “I want the others out.”
The officer nodded and proceeded to do his bidding. The ones who were waiting were given plastic chairs and asked to wait while the hackers worked.
His phone buzzed. He scrolled through the latest updates, muting notifications from the others inquiring about the issue.
Kim Seokjin, the spokesperson from the Park Corporation has addressed the security breach in this new statement the company released now.
JJK and Vante were spotted in the Park Corporation building.
Minutes had passed and Jimin jumped when a low growl left Jungkook’s lips. He tapped the buttons on his keyboard furiously before shooting orders through the mic attached to his headphone.
From there it was a blur. Jimin didn’t know how much time had passed. It could be for hours. He had drunk at least three coffees. His legs had grown numb after staying in the same position for too long.
The hackers were working diligently shooting orders and running around to manually override a few things. Jungkook ditched his bucket hat and mask at some point in time amidst the chaos.
Jimin slumped in the chair, his gaze settling on the youngest. He’d always known Jungkook was talented but seeing him at work stirred something in the pit of his stomach. Fuck. He was sexy.
Moreover, Jimin couldn’t be more grateful. In the short time they’d known each other, Jungkook had always shouldered his burden. This one was the biggest of them all. Namjoon kept updating him about what was happening outside.
The media was gathered outside their building, demanding updates. Jimin had instructed his staff to let them inside since it was cold outside. He understood they were doing their job. Jin hyung and Hoseok hyung would handle them along with his PR team while they did damage control.
The client was delirious, but he had calmed down once Jimin assured him that Park Corporation would take full responsibility for this and will do everything necessary to solve this problem.
Jungkook stood from his chair, cracking his knuckles and stretching his body as he spoke to someone. Jimin watched as the youngest walked around the huge aisle sporting giant servers, hooking a small device into one. He didn’t understand what he was doing. He hadn’t seen anything like this before. He’d been in the server room once while they were showing him around but that was all.
A few more cybercrime officers had joined them and Jimin began pacing. He didn’t dare look at his phone and he had long ago silenced the damn device that wouldn’t stop ringing. When the sun goes up, his father would wake up and would see the news.
His heart constricted. The company his grandfather and father built and nurtured would crumble into nothing if he failed. His eyes stung. He blinked his tears away when Namjoon squeezed his shoulder in assurance.
“Jimin-ah, your dad called.” Namjoon approached him with a careful look. “He said he is aware of the issue and didn’t call you because he didn’t want you to worry.” He put a hand on his shoulder. “Your dad trusts you, Jimin-ah. He just wanted you to know that.”
Jimin let out a shaky breath. “What time is it?”
Wow. That was over five hours since they began working on this.
Two voices shouted, causing every single member present inside the room to assemble around the hackers. Jimin rushed to Jungkook’s side.
“We got him,” Jungkook said, his gaze glued to the monitor. “I’m going to reverse the process.” His long fingers continued to tap on the keyboard. “V hyung, I got this. Can you secure the bank servers?”
“On it, JK.”
Jungkook removed his headphone. “Jimin hyung, we managed to block the money before it was transferred to offshore accounts. They won’t be able to override my firewall while I reverse the payments,” he explained in a soft voice.
Jimin’s hand shook as the Jungkook’s screen lit up with a progress bar that showed the money being reversed. Jimin placed a shaky hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, relishing the sudden warmth and assurance the simple contact filled him.
“The money will be credited to the respective bank accounts from where it was stolen. You can see the progress here,” he pointed out. “Hyung and the others are going to secure the bank servers so they can’t get in again.”
“O-others?” Jimin’s voice was hoarse after not using it for so long.
“Yeah.” Jungkook’s eyes were fixated on the screen. “There are other hackers, hyung. This type of work cannot be done alone. We need people to back us up and to break down the defenses of the other.”
Jungkook smiled. “I was going to tell you in the car yesterday, but we got distracted.”
Jimin’s gaze softened. “It’s okay. I understand.”
How can he even question Jungkook on something like this while all the youngest did was to help him?
He just moved forward to kiss the crown of Jungkook’s head, ignoring the inquisitive glances. Saying a simple thank you won’t be enough for everything the youngest had done for him, everything he was doing for him.
“It’s done, hyung.” Jungkook turned to meet his gaze with a soft smile. “You can inform your client and the media. Someone manually overrode the system here. I’m going to check that now.” He jerked his head to the giant machines. “We will try to find the culprit. It’s gonna take time.”
Jimin nodded, fingers carding through Jungkook’s hair. “Okay. I-I’ll give a statement to the media then.” His gaze fell on the monitor, the progress bar showing a hundred percent. His eyes stung again and he blinked his eyes several times. His knees felt weak mostly because of exhaustion and stress. “I’ll be back.”
Jimin turned but stopped before bending and kissing Jungkook’s forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Yunho and the others had gathered in the lobby along with the reporters. They had been called early morning and were asked to come immediately. The police were milling the area, questioning every staff member. The security stopped the reporters from asking any questions.
Lee handed him a cup of coffee in a thermal cup before sipping his own. Chao looked ready to crash nursing his own drink. The police inquiry was tiresome enough and that combined with lack of sleep and drinking all night, Yunho wasn’t sure how he was still standing. They all looked exhausted, after all, they partied together. That was what a group of bachelors did during a long weekend, right?
His thoughts were on his one-night stand still sleeping on his bed when he left. He wondered if she’d see the note he left. She was a great lay, probably would make a convenient booty call.
“They brought JJK and Vante,” Minhee, one of the youngest developers from the R & D department said.
Yunho blinked slowly, his thoughts disrupted by a cheery voice. His mind processed the information slowly. “Really? So it’s true.” He’d read a few articles that claimed they spotted JJK and Vante in the building, but no one around him would confirm it.
Yunho’s eyes widened. Anyone who had taken a dip in the hacking pool knew those names. JJK and Vante were at the top of the network. They had become the talk of the town when they helped the Korean government to crack one of the biggest security breaches that rattled the industry two years ago.
“Yeah, I saw them going in earlier.”
“How do you know it’s him?” Lee asked, the remnants of sleep still evident in his tone. They all watched the happenings lazily.
“I’ve met them briefly in one of the tech conferences last year. They both had their masks on today, but I know it’s them. The cybercrime won’t bring just anyone in, you know. And it makes sense because JJK built this software and who’s better than him to solve this?”
“Yeah. It makes sense,” Yunho agreed half-heartedly while he moaned the lost sleep and loss of warmth of his comfortable bed. His head still pounded and it was a miracle he was even able to drag himself out of bed after how much he had to drink yesterday. Obviously, he arrived later than the others, therefore missing most of the things.
He was about to ask Minhee something when the elevator doors opened and a tired-looking Jimin strode out. The reporters all perked up, rushing to him with their cameras and mics extended despite the securities trying to control them.
He watched as Seokjin and Hoseok reaching Jimin first, Hoseok’s hand resting on Jimin’s lower back as they talked closely. Whatever Jimin said caused a look of relief flooding both their exhausted faces and soon they were guiding the CEO to the swam of reporters.
Jimin lifted both his hands, asking the reporters to calm down. “I’m happy to announce that we have the situation under control. We are working closely with the police to find the people responsible for the breach. The investigation is still ongoing so I cannot comment more on this now. Thank you.” He inclined his head to them before pivoting on his heel and walking back to the elevators with Seokjin and Hoseok on tow.
“Wow. That was fast!” Minhee exclaimed. “JJK did it again.”
“Whoever did this must be really good if they managed to bypass JJk’s firewalls,” someone Yunho didn’t recognize commented. He must be from the R & D department considering how casual he talked to Minhee.
Minhee looked around them and lowered his voice, “Yeah, but I heard they had help from the inside. Trust me, whoever it is, they’re gonna be in great trouble. It’s JJK we’re talking about.”
Yunho scoffed. Exhaustion washed over him and suddenly he just wanted to go home and crash. He was growing impatient. Now that they sorted it out, he could go home, but one look at the exit told him it was not going to happen. He saw a few staff trying to leave and the security stopped them asking them to wait inside the building while they checked every reporter, gently escorting them outside the building.
He sighed in exasperation, growing snappy by the minute. “It took them over six hours to bring the situation under control. How do you think he will find the culprit? Who knows where he was even located? I mean he could be anywhere. And if he is good enough to infiltrate JJK’s security then there’s no way he will find them.”
Minhee simply stared at him for a minute. “Dude, have you ever heard about that top security breach two years ago?”
Yunho rolled his eyes. Why was this information important to him. He just wanted to leave.
“JJK and his team tracked the culprit’s ass to Mexico. The guy was caught while he tried to escape to the United States, but he did what no one could do at that time. Do you know he works with the government on shit like this?”
No, and why would he care? He wasn’t a hacker, but his old roommate was one. That was how he knew these names and that too only because his roommate wouldn’t stop talking about JJK and his friend Vante.
“How do you even know this?” he asked instead. For someone so young, Minhee sure had so much information at his fingertips.
Minhee scoffed. “I worked with JJK a few times in the past. When I got into Park Corporation last year, I stopped that.”
Oh. Once again, it wasn’t that important. He rubbed his bleary eyes, his coffee now cold and bitter. He glanced at it with a grimace before thrusting the unfinished cup into Lee’s hands. The latter narrowing his eyes at him.
“Fuck, that’s him!” Minhee suddenly shouted and all heads turned to the now opening elevator door. “That’s JJK and his friend Vante.”
Yunho’s eyes almost popped out of the sockets because it wasn’t JJK who strode out. It was Jeon Jungkook. The freaking lone programmer from his department. With him were Min Yoongi and his boyfriend Kim Taehyung. What shocked him the most was how close Jungkook and Jimin were. Jungkook smiled shyly at something Jimin said. If he didn’t know better he might have thought they were dating.
“Are you kidding me? That’s Jeon Jungkook and his friend,” Lee snickered. “He works as a programmer in our department. Boring as fuck if you ask me. The only reason he’s here is because of his brother Yoongi.”
“Yeah, dude. You must have mistaken him for someone else. He’s a sore loser,” Chao added with a mocking smile.
Minhee frowned. “Jeon Jungkook is JJK and Kim Taehyung is Vante. What are you guys even talking about? Jungkook works here?” He turned his confused gaze to his friend who shrugged.
Yunho blinked again, surprised by the revelation. He turned to look at the group again and noticed the police approaching Jimin. The CEO turned toward Jungkook, kissing his cheek and telling him something to which Jungkook nodded and walked away with Yoongi and Taehyung.
His jaw was agape as he tried to comprehend what just happened. As he watched, Jungkook’s gaze briefly locked with his and a smirk lifted the corner of his lips before he averted his gaze and exited the building. The crowd parted as if they were some royalty, the policemen present on the spot waving at the men with an incline of their head.
What did he just witness?
“So our CEO is Jungkook’s boyfriend?” Chao asked and Yunho could only gape.
“Fuck! We are not in trouble, are we? We stayed away from him all this week,” Lee added with a baffled look.
“What are you both talking about?” Minhee intervened.
“Nothing,” Yunho said. “It’s nothing.”
If Jimin was Jungkook’s boyfriend then they were doomed.