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Jimin mindlessly swirls his honey bourbon as the surrounding drunken chatter virtually drowns out the soft voice of the beautiful woman trying to flirt with him. After spending the better portion of the night working the room of the small little bar, this particular woman is the only one to successfully capture even a fraction of his attention. It’s not that she’s something exquisite or even a rare find, however, she has a pretty face and is more interesting than the other patrons who’ve tried talking to him tonight. These are the times Jimin wishes he wasn’t so picky with the company he keeps, so that he might actually enjoy the way she flips her hair excessively and bats her long eyelashes in a seductive manner. Nonetheless, the bored male would rather entertain her for the sole purpose of not being alone than going home to sit in the same solitude of his mundane routine.

The beautiful nameless woman boldly begins rubbing up his thigh in a very suggestive manner that usually would send sparks through his very being, but tonight it just makes his urge to go home increase. “Why don’t we get out of here and let me take care of you, hm? I can be a very good girl if you let me.” Her red lips whisper against the shell of his ear.

He can’t help the way his lip curls into a slight grimace at the advance mixed with the unpleasant aroma of the various drinks and snacks that linger on the other’s breath. In an effort to escape the assault on his nose and still remain polite he turns his attention to the entrance effectively avoiding her burning, hooded gaze. Just as he turns his head a glimpse of silver hair catches every little bit of his attention. There right in the entry stands a young male who looks no older than his mid-twenties, looking to be just around his height, with platinum silver hair messily strewn across the sugary pale skin of the stunning male. Jimin watches with curious eyes as the other glances around the area like he’s assessing the safety of the small bar before he moves through the crowd like he owns the building and all those inside of it. The most amazing feat to the honey brunette is the way the porcelain male is exerting so much natural power in his aura that the crowd parts ways like he’s a King passing through mere peasants. And that’s what has Jimin hooked.

Much to the displeasure of the drunken brunette fighting to regain Jimin’s attention, his eyes stay glued to the dominant stone-faced man on his venture to a secluded booth. The silver-haired male seats himself at the booth on the opposite side of the bar in a low lit corner with the light catching the exact right angle to illuminate the soft handsome features of the mysterious man. It would be the perfect view if it weren’t for the overly dressed men who are not only crowding the area but also staring intently at the relaxed male. To any other person, it probably would go unnoticed, and the sugary male could pass as someone who is out drinking like any other patron having their casual nightcap. However, Jimin can see the way the men keep close enough to protect the other even though the small glimpse of a gun strapped to the silver-haired male’s side proves to be enough of protection in his opinion. All signs are pointing to “danger”, but that just has the honey brunette salivating as he takes in the other.

He's not sure how long he stares at the other, but he’s brought back to reality by the obnoxious snapping of the now annoyed brunette who was long forgotten about the moment the doors opened revealing the mysterious man. “I see someone else obviously has your attention now, huh?” She huffs, glancing over her shoulder in hopes of catching a glimpse of the person who has taken the attention that she’s been working so hard for. Her gaze is a little glossed over, so she can’t fully pinpoint where the brunette’s eyes are looking.

Jimin just smiles, running a hand through his messy honey-brown locks. “Sorry, doll. You’re very beautiful and I’d love to see that face of yours ruined from tears of pleasure, but I can’t give that to you tonight.” He sends her an apologetic smile as he gentle pats the hand resting on his thigh. She just laughs, shaking her head while waving her hand dismissively. “You sweet talk me, just to tell me you won’t be the one to fuck me tonight? If I’m lucky, whoever got your attention will fuck up and you’ll come crawling back to me.”

Jimin just raises a single brow, “Smart mouth on you. Keep it, it suits you doll.”

“Maybe I’ll see you around?” With that she smiles sweetly, before walking off elsewhere leaving him to sit at their small table alone.

Sitting alone for a moment longer, Jimin just takes the time to simply admire the pale beauty from afar as he sits in the low lighting of the bar. The other male is casually drinking some sort of brown liquor while speaking on the phone nonchalantly. Jimin sees the way he rolls his eyes every few seconds, so he can only assume the handsome male is annoyed by the caller on the other end. It’s kind of funny to see the way the other scrunches his eyebrows and huffs exaggeratedly every other second. It only takes the better portion of a few minutes before he’s putting his phone down and leaning his head on the back of the booth seat with closed eyes.

Just as the other’s shoulders relax, Jimin takes it as his cue to move in, so he abandons the table he’s sitting at and slowly but confidently approaches the other’s booth. On the way, he puts in an order for a round of shots to be brought over as a peace offering he hopes he doesn’t need.

The closer the honey brunette gets to the unsuspected male, the more eyes that start to watch his every move sending a jolt of adrenaline through his veins. All of the men that previously walked in with this resting beauty have managed to get just a tad bit closer, but Jimin pays it no mind and seats himself directly across from the silver-haired male. “Long day?” He questions softly, smirking at the confused face that is suddenly directed at him from across the table.

“Actually, it is, and something tells me you’re about to make my night longer. So get your pretty ass up and go away.” The silver-haired male coldly states, glaring at the other.

Jimin just pouts playfully, making his voice just a tad bit whiny and pouty, “Aw, baby don’t get all grumpy on me. Me and my ‘pretty ass’ come baring gifts.” He motions to the perfectly timed bartender walking towards their table. The bartender easily sets down two large shot glasses filling them to the brim with the same dark liquor the bruting male was drinking earlier, per Jimin’s special request. After topping off their shot glasses, the worker places the prepaid bottle down that was so generously provided by the intruding male for their enjoyment.

The porcelain male quirks a curious eyebrow, while Jimin puts on a sickly-sweet grin as he gestures between the two glasses. “See?” He pushes a shot glass in the other’s direction before quickly downing his own shot marveling in the familiar burn of the warm liquid going down his throat.

The other male after a few seconds follows suit, slightly grimacing at the bitter honey taste lingering on his tongue. “What’s your name?” He asks, obviously checking the brunette over as he waits for a reply.

The honey brunette runs a hand through his hair, winking at the inquiring male. “I’m Jimin. Park Jimin.” Smoothly leaning on the table he asks in the sultriest voice he can muster, “What’s your name, baby?”

“Yoongi.” The silver beauty states, eyeing the other closely as he openly surveys the brunette making Jimin wilt under the stern and almost critical gaze.

Yoongi is what one would call an observer, so while Jimin is shrinking by the second he’s analyzing every little detail of the male who so confidently sat across from him. He’s looking at the way the dark brown roots are starting to peek through the light honey color. He sees the way the other’s brown eyes light up like another person he knows and holds close to his heart. His eyes take note of the full lips that are parted slightly as the smirk on his face starts to slip under the attention. Then there’s the array of butterflies tattooed on the side of his neck that dips to the start of his collar bone. The detail is astonishing, and the placement sparks an interest. “What’s with the tattoo?” He bluntly asks, making the other jolt with a little shocked expression.

Jimin’s hand immediately goes to trace over the ink-covered skin in an almost mindless manner. “I just like butterflies.” The brunette shrugs with a bit of a distant look, not really sure how to explain the meaning behind such a meaningful tattoo with someone who is only potentially a simple one-night stand. Sharing your life story is never appropriate within the first hour, so he sticks to the basics, but Yoongi is far from satisfied with the short reply.

Jimin awkwardly waits for a response while Yoongi just stares holes into his soul waiting for more to the story. However, the way the other starts to fiddle with the napkin under his glass makes it evident the other is done answering and that just won’t do. “I can clearly see you like butterflies.” He deadpans. “What’s the story behind them? Why did you put it on your neck of all places? People who just ‘like’ something don’t usually pick such an obvious spot without meaning.” He presses further.

“Don’t you think that’s a bit personal, Yoongi? I mean, let’s be honest, we probably won’t see each other again after tonight. Why dive into something deep when we can just marvel in the now?” Jimin responds, his own curiosity being peaked by the other’s poking. Most people move on when he says that he only got the tattoo because he likes butterflies, but here is this stranger asking for the deeper meaning behind the art.

“You can always get up and go back to your night. If you want to sit with me, then we’re going to have a meaningful conversation because if I want to entertain nonsense… I have a list of assholes I could have babbling in my ear.” Yoongi plainly states, helping himself to more of the honey flavored whiskey. “If you’re looking for a mindless quick fuck I’m the wrong guy.”

Jimin nods his head as he considers the options laid out before him. He could just get up and find the girl from earlier or even just another lonely soul to toy with for the night, but there’s a certain pull tugging him towards this particular man. Something about the imploring mind and dark eyes nearly command him to stick around and see how far he can get with the other. If all Yoongi wants is company and a chance to talk about his tattoo, then Jimin finds himself gladly able to indulge his curiosities.

“Well, if you really want to know I think it’s what they represent. Butterflies start as one thing, but they evolve into something absolutely beautiful and the way it represents evolution is what made me fall in love with them.” Jimin starts, tracing the outline of the design after he takes a hefty sip from his glass.

“I got this when I turned 20 and was going through a transition in my life. I had just got my own humble studio apartment, moving out of the hellhole I called a home while I started what’s now my final year of medical school. To me it symbolized how I was coming from being someone that I wasn’t too proud of to being a man who could care for my own self without anyone else. Besides, I love to be marveled at and appreciated… everyone stops to look at the butterfly that passes by, I like to think I have that same effect on others.” The honey brunette shrugs with a soft smile, looking to the other for a reaction. This might be the first time that he’s ever shared the true meaning behind the ink and the fact that it’s a perfect stranger who could probably give less than a shit has a bit of embarrassment fill his stomach. Maybe it was a rhetorical question, and the other was expecting him to get up and leave.

Much to his surprise, Yoongi gives him a soft smile following his story. “That’s actually really beautiful, it shows you put a lot of thought into it. But, why your neck? Aren’t tattoos frowned upon in the medical profession?” He asks leaning forward to show genuine interest. Yoongi’s never been one to want to put any type of “art” on his skin, but his younger boyfriend has an addiction to the ink so it’s always interesting to hear the stories other people have behind the imagery. If his boyfriend were here, I’m sure they’d have plenty of stories to swap.

A soft laugh pulls the silver-haired male away from his thoughts, “Yeah, having it on my neck is quite inconvenient when it comes to school and the instructors who would love to skin my neck to get rid of it. It can be a pain in the ass, but it’s not too hard to hide with makeup or turtlenecks and scarfs especially in the winter. Outside of my studies though, I want to show it off and where else could I possibly put it to get more attention besides my neck? It’s a constant reminder each time I see my reflection that I’m on the path to becoming my own butterfly.”

“Well, I think you definitely have a beautiful mind and that’s really incredible, Jimin.” The silver beauty compliments with a subtle wink. “Though that face alone garners enough attention, if you ask me.”

Jimin hums quietly, “Do I have your attention, Yoongi?”

“I let you know by the end of the night.”

-

The two continue to talk and drink, letting a comfortable aura settle between the pair. No one would be able to tell that the drinking buddies had only met a couple hours ago, seeing the two conversing like they’ve been around each other their entire lives.

Jimin feels this undeniable attraction to the older male, which he learned is only twenty-four. It’s a connection that has taken the younger by surprise and refuses to let go ever since the elder told him his name. The only thing that’s preventing him from pouncing on the elder is the fact that he has mentioned he has a boyfriend on multiple occasions in such a casual manner. It’s not something that was explicitly stated, but the other has made no efforts of hiding it. So instead of trying to pursue anything physical, Jimin simply relishes in the trivial things the two share while continuing to down the contents of the bottle.

Yoongi on the other hand is already planning the different ways the younger could possibly intertwine into his life beyond this moment. The brunette has a very tough exterior, but it’s easy to see how well he falls underneath the elder’s instruction given a gentle push. It’s something that just flows between the two, Jimin’s pliant nature pulling at a side of him that up until now was something only his boyfriend was able to accomplish. That in itself is something that has his attention, and the feisty personality would be a great for his baby to play with. So, the only thing left to do is to get his lover here to see for himself.

-

Jimin welcomes the warm fuzziness that starts to settle in his bones as the bottle drains down to practically nothing. All the sweet and deep conversation topics have left such a good feeling within his heart and mixed with the liquor all he wants to do is be close to the elder. Yoongi is currently occupied with typing away on his phone, so Jimin quietly gets up and slowly slides himself into the booth directly next to the elder immediately lay his head on the other’s shoulder. The action in itself seems to be fine with the silver-haired male because instead of pushing the younger away he simply slouches down to make it more comfortable.

All things are going smoothly until Jimin sneaks a peek at Yoongi’s phone seeing a ‘I’m on my way’ text shining brightly on the elder’s device. Rationally Jimin knows there’s not much he can do if someone is coming to meet the other, but the irrational side of his alcohol muddled brain is urging him to find a way to get Yoongi to leave with him before anyone can steal him away.

Jimin slowly places a hand on the elder’s slack clad thigh, slightly inching towards the other’s groining massaging the entire way up. “So, Yoongi… do you want to maybe get out of here and go somewhere a little more private?” He huskily whispers, moving in to place soft and wet kisses along the pale expansion of the elder’s neck, eliciting a low gruff laugh.

“Jimin, you might want to stop right now for two reasons. One, I’ve made it clear that I have a boyfriend and two, I have someone really special coming to meet you and I’m sure this is not the initial impression you want to make on him.” The silver-haired elder casually informs as he adjusts his blazer jacket. Yoongi’s words hold no bite and Jimin takes it as a friendly suggestion since he hasn’t been physically removed from the elder’s neck.

Gently nibbling the soft flesh with his teeth until a soft pink splotch lays perfectly against the smooth skin, the younger coos quietly. "Why not? Afraid they'll mistake me for your sweet little lover?" Jimin smirks, meeting the elder’s daring gaze.

The honey brunette finds himself completely lost in the sharp brown eyes staring back at him. Yoongi is nothing short of alluring and Jimin can see an undeniable beauty underneath the surface of his dominant exterior. He finds himself slowly leaning forward, needing to feel those perfectly pink doll-like lips on his even for just a mere second. Selfishly all the younger wants to do is taste the remnants of their drinks as they pull each other closer for a deep, passionate, and breath-taking kiss; however, luck is never on his side when it comes to these things because just as the pair’s lips are about to touch a loud bang on the table knocks over the glasses and Jimin is immediately jumping back in his seat.

“What the fuck?!” A tall, handsome ravenette screams with eyes that darken with murderous intent and a voice that is dripping with rage. Jimin lights up with recognition at the look of betrayal and confusion pouring out of the fuming male; this must be the boyfriend is all that crosses the honey brunette’s mind. “Yoongi, who the fuck is this?!” The nameless male continues to yell, eyeing his boyfriend.

Yoongi stands up almost immediately though there’s still an air of confidence and control in the way the elder reacts without frantic emotions. He already expected his lover to arrive, so the fact that he’s here didn’t catch him off guard. He already knew how to handle the situation, but he didn’t realize the full depths of his new companion’s playfulness.

Before the elder can even open his mouth to answer the other male, Jimin smoothly slides out of the booth and positions himself behind the elder snaking his arm around his waist resting his chin on the other’s shoulder. “I’m his new boyfriend… and you are?” The honey-brunette jests with a wide knowing smile. He’s pretty sure he knows who’s in front of him right now based off the subtle way the two are interacting despite the obvious upset. So, he’s well aware that he’s only provoking an already pissed off boyfriend, but the alcohol flowing through his veins only eggs the other on further.

Yoongi huffs out a long-drawn sigh, “Jeongguk, baby, calm down for a second. I just wanted you two to meet, I think you might actually like him when he isn’t joking around so much.” The elder’s low voice soothes, but the addressed male still looks like he’s seconds away from snapping.

Jimin hums with a slight head nod. Jeongguk is a lovely name for such a lovely and outwardly fuming male. The honey-brunette studies the male with hungry eyes, noting the way the elder’s boyfriend is dressed down in a simple sweater and jeans with overgrown midnight black hair that’s slightly curled. If you asked Jimin the deep-set frown on the taller’s face only intrigues him, makes him want to test the other limits to see just how far he can push until the other snap. Fortunately for him… it doesn’t take much.

“Listen… you have two seconds to get the fuck away from him before I rip you limb from limb for putting your hands where they don’t belong.” The angry taller lowly growls, fist clenched tightly. The few bystanders who have been watching all collectively hold their breath waiting for the bomb to finally explode.

Now, Jimin should be concerned with the fact that not a single soul has moved to stop the argument because in a place like this security should have been stepped between the feuding trio. However, what he doesn’t see is the tensing of the men who once walked in with Yoongi and the few that entered alongside Jeongguk; the surrounding men share questioning glances wondering if they’re to handle the cocky honey-brunette or allow the situation to play out.

One subtle shake of Yoongi’s head is enough to keep their feet planted in their place, whereas the casual patrons are already slipping out of the now tense bar.

Jimin remains unmoved with a sickly-sweet smile. “Oh, I’d love to see you try.” He tightens the loose hold around Yoongi just to spite the younger man. Anything to push his buttons.

“Jimin…” Yoongi, warningly growls. “For the love of- …just let go.” He huffs exasperatedly as he runs a tired hand over his face. It’s just his luck that he’s in the presence of two hotheads who are clearly in a pissing contest with him in the middle. He knows this night is about to take a turn for the worst, he can only hope the damage isn’t irreversible.

Jimin simply hums in response, slowly releasing his hold around the elder with a disappointed sigh. It should end there really; he gets ready to take a step back and call it a truce with the taller male, but he finds himself freezing in his spot. Jeongguk hasn’t taken his eyes off the shorter and the challenge in his eyes makes the other raise a brow at the posturing. Suddenly Jimin doesn’t want to play nice anymore and he decides he knows exactly how to get under the temperamental male’s skin.

Sending the fuming man a playful wink, Jimin presses a harsh kiss to the elder’s neck just below the mark he made earlier in the night. As the boyfriend zeros in on the action, the shorter gives out a small kitten lick to his mark sucking lightly on the pink flesh until it’s a vibrant red splotch. The unsuspected male under him lets out a low groan, from both the sensation and realization that his night just got so much more complicated. The smug feeling in the brunette’s chest on the other hand is short lived because the storm he's been pressing for is suddenly hitting him abruptly and hard.

“JIMIN!” Yoongi’s voice yells out at the same time Jeongguk’s hand is wrapping around his throat. In a matter of a few split seconds, Jimin is being roughly snatched up by the taller.

“You little piece of shit! I’m going to fucking kill you!!” The ravenette seethes, dragging the shorter male out of the back exit and into the alleyway by his throat with a yelling Yoongi speedily following behind the pair with urgent steps.

Once they’re outside Jimin is tossed carelessly to the floor, a low grunt escaping his parted lips on impact. A normal person would take this as a sign to back down and walk away, but Jimin’s always loved a good fight and when the target is so pretty, he can’t help but continue to poke.

"You know? You're actually pretty cute." The slightly older male taunts, observing the other’s defined jawline and tanned skin. "Too bad you couldn't take a fucking joke. Now I have to break that pretty little face of yours." He smirks the alcohol fueling his never-ending fire, throwing a right hook at the taller’s face sending him stumbling back.

Jeongguk stands there, tongue pressed firmly on the inside of his cheek as he wipes the small droplets of blood from his lips. Jimin turns his head in time to see Yoongi coming out the exit, watching closely but not exactly stepping in between either of them. From the elder’s standpoint, there’s no way for him to intervene at this very moment and not piss off the other person, making the situation worse. It’s not that he doesn’t care, but he’s curious as to how it will all play out; it’s not like he’ll allow it to escalate too far, but he also isn’t going to step in unnecessarily. So when he sees Jimin look to him to stop the mess the little brat created he simply stands there, observing.

It's not until Jimin hears a menacing laugh, does he break the eye contact with the elder to face the angered ravenette. "Oh, baby boy, you just made a big mistake." Without any delay he lunges at the brunette, landing a harsh blow to his jaw, another hit connecting with the shorter’s abdomen.

The older briefly doubles over, before gaining some momentum to throw his own punches at the aggressive male. It feels like they're stuck in a loop of throwing blow after blow, the sting from the contact not fully registering as pain. The adrenaline pumping through their veins masking any discomfort, but like any rush there comes a time when you start to come down from the high and inevitably give the other the upper hand. Unfortunately, Jimin’s stamina is outmatched and Jeongguk notices. The ravenette quickly takes advantage and the older is slammed against the brick wall by his throat, causing any movements to come to a halt.

His grip is firm, not fully cutting off the other’s airway but definitely not aiding it. "Let me go." Jimin says through gritted teeth, struggling to move under the weight of the taller’s body. His hands gripped tight above his head.

"What's the matter, pup? Hmm?! Where'd all that confidence go?" Jeongguk smirks mockingly, pressing himself further into the shorter. "You think you can touch what's mine and live to talk about it?" He growls, tightening his grip.

"Yoongi didn't seem to mind. Now did he?" Jimin laughs grasping onto any semblance of control he can, given the situation, "If I would've had even two more minutes, I'm sure he'd be in my bed right now." He smiles tauntingly.

It’s not until that moment, Yoongi’s low voice finally makes an appearance. Jimin rolls his eyes at the sound, nearly having forgotten that the suddenly mute elder was in the alley with them given the fact that he did nothing to stop their fighting.  

"Jimin, stop. Jeongguk, let him go. Now." He says sternly but neither male moves an inch, Jimin because he can’t and Jeongguk because he doesn’t want to.

"How fucking dare you! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!" Jeongguk screams in Jimin’s face.

The honey-brunette can’t deny that the loud outburst causes his body to jolt in shock, knees going a little weak. The taller’s eyes are burning into him with a madness that sends a shiver down his spine, making him want to drop the confident mask as his confidence slightly falters. It’s not just the subtle sense of fear in the back of his mind, but the fire that is starting to pool in his stomach at the helplessness of it all. He knows he should be scared shitless, but that only turns him on more. "A really attractive man with a hot boyfriend and a bad temper." Jimin smirks, leaning forward lightly running his tongue over the taller’s bottom lip.

Jeongguk stares stunned for a second before his orbs darken even more. He releases the other’s arms and takes to gripping his face instead. "You're just a disrespectful little bitch-"

And that’s it… the moments gone. Jimin harshly slaps the taller without even thinking and if looks alone could kill, he’s more than confident he would have dropped dead in that very moment.

"I don't give a FUCK who you are. If you ever call me that again, I'll show you what this 'bitch' can do." The brunette lowly says, glaring the other down.

Just as he attempts to step closer, he feels the cold barrel of a gun on his temple. That’s all it takes for him to freeze all movements seeing Jeongguk grinning like a Cheshire cat, before turning to look at the man holding the gun. His silver haired beauty.

"You have 10 seconds to get out of here before you're nothing but a rotting corpse. You've crossed a lot of boundaries, Jimin." Yoongi says in a grave tone and Jimin feels his body trembling, knowing his face resembles a kicked puppy. "One thing you will NEVER do in my presence is threaten my boyfriend. Is that clear?" He quirks an eyebrow.

Jimin wants to protest. He wants to get in the elder's face and ask why it’s okay for him to be threatened without consequences. He wants to scream, cry, and demand an apology but for obvious reasons for once he keeps his mouth shut. All he does is silently nod his head, while keeping his eyes trained on the weapon aimed at him. It’s not the object that really hold any weight to him, but it’s the look Yoongi is wearing that hits him in the chest like a ton of bricks.

"Oh no, Kitten. I like words." He says roughly, but his eyes soften at the younger’s distressed state.

"I got it." Jimin says barely above a whisper.

"Consider yourself lucky. Not many people who are graced with the presence of two Mafia Kings live to see another day. You've managed to walk away from a fight with KB after flirting with AgustD, Jiminie. Now get out of here." He motions toward the alley exit, nudging the other slightly. "Go."

There's a plethora of emotions the brunette immediately feels stirring in his chest. The two very prevalent at the moment is anxiety and arousal, the heat pooling in his lower region not helping one bit. A soft scoff comes from Jeongguk, but the hammering in Jimin’s chest from the gun being once again nudged against his body doesn't allow him to indulge too much.

Jimin gives them one last look: blowing a kiss to Yoongi and a wink to Jeongguk before walking out of the alley and getting into a conveniently parked cab heading home. What a fucking night.

-

"Not many people who are graced with the presence of two Mafia Kings live to see another day. You've managed to walk away from a fight with KB after flirting with AgustD, Jiminie."

Jimin distractedly moves about his apartment as his mind run through the last few hours on a continuous loop like a song on replay. From the moment he stumbled into the lonely one-bedroom sanctuary his mind has been distant. He can’t help but mull over the words that were so graciously served to him before departing the alleyway with a gun nudging his side and two very obviously dangerous men watching his retreat.

“…a fight with KB”

He’s no stranger to the darker sides of the world that lays hidden in the shadows of the city’s every day existence. He knows that there’s always something darker lingering around an unsuspected corner, which he can accredit to his various ways of coping with the stress of coming into his own growing up. Hearing that he just went toe to toe with Bunny himself sends a very exhilarating shiver through his very core.

“flirting with AgustD..”

He pressed his lips to the neck of a man with more blood on his hands than his downright psychotic lover. His tongue grazed the lips of not just one, but two men who have a lust for pain and blood. That should scare him, but it doesn’t because they scream danger and Jimin is more than willing to tangle himself in their web.

“Jiminie..”

Even if it was for a singular night, gods he hopes it wasn’t just an isolated incident, he had the attention of two Kings. Yoongi took to him like a moth to a flame and even though Jeongguk doesn’t seem to be a huge fan of him… there’s potential. That’s what he allows his mind to supply as he cuddles into his blankets. For once he’s able to cast aside the suppressed loneliness and allow his mind to wander into a space where he isn’t on his own. No, he allows himself the luxury of envisioning where his life could go if he was in-between a temperamental ravenette and a dangerously charming silver head.

“Jiminie…”

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As Jimin’s figure retreats around the corner, Jeongguk lets out an incredulous sigh. “Are you kidding me right now, Yoongi?! You just let him fucking go?!!” He questions, facing his boyfriend with a scowl and crossed arms.

The elder runs his hand over his face, in a tired motion. “We’ll talk about this at home. Come on.” He says, already reentering the bar to gather his waiting men.

An angry Jeongguk stomps in behind him, not liking how dismissive the other is being towards the whole situation. He tries calling out to the silver haired male, but it’s to no avail because the other continues walking. Getting fed up with being ignored, he picks up a random glass and tosses it across the bar, shattering the bottles behind the counter on impact causing the entire bar to go silent. The only sound heard is the gasps from bystanders and the low volume music playing in the open space. “NO! I WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT NOW!!” The ravenette screams to the top of his lungs; face flush with anger, panting loudly as he glares at the back of the elder.

Yoongi stops in his tracks, turning towards his boyfriend with a cold look causing the tension in the air to thicken. “Get your ass in the car. Now.” He growls out, not caring for the scene Jeongguk is causing.

“No! Fuck you! I’m not going ANYWHERE until you tell me what the fuck was that?! You tell me to come here to see you being a cheating shit?!” The younger rages, kicking over the nearest barstool for added effect.

Everyone around the bar is anxiously watching the two’s dispute. The men who joined Yoongi, holding their breath waiting to see how their boss will react as he approaches the other. “What did you just say?” He asks, looking at his lover challengingly.

“You fucking heard me. Fuck you.” The elder firmly grips his boyfriend’s chin. “Baby bun, you’re 3 seconds away from pissing me off. Unless you want me to show these people what you look like on your knees, don’t make me tell you again. Car. NOW.” He says through gritted teeth before harshly releasing his face. The two just stare at each other before Yoongi perks a brow at the younger’s defiance; that’s all it takes for the younger to storm out the bar and to the car.

After watching the younger’s dramatic exit, he throws his head back and rolls his eyes. It’s not until one of his men come up to him to tell him about the damages, does the elder snap back to reality. He swiftly approaches the bartender and hands him a wad of cash, probably more than what was necessary but frankly the other doesn’t care. “Sorry for the damages. He can be a real brat sometimes.” He jokes, giving a tight-lipped smile before trudging off leaving his men to handle any loose ends.

Tantrums like these don’t come very often between the two, but when they do… it surely causes a scene. With Jeongguk, any time and place is the right time and place. The bigger the audience, the better the show. Yoongi doesn’t even blame it on his young age because when it comes to business he’s very level headed, it’s only when he’s challenging his authority does the boy throw all caution to the wind. He knows the two things Yoongi hates: causing a scene and being blatantly disrespected.

Once he makes it to the car, he’s met with a scowling, crossed armed, angry bun. “You know that was uncalled for, right?” The older asks, starting the car and heading to their home.

“Oh fuck off, Yoongi.” The younger rolls his eyes, not failing to notice the other’s grip on the steering wheel tightening. He knows he fucked up, but he’ll be damned if he admits it right this second.

After letting out a huff of air, the silver haired male lowly says, “I suggest you keep that pretty mouth shut before you dig yourself in a deeper hole.”

Not wanting to further escalate the situation, Jeongguk just nods his head after letting out a sigh of defeat. Even though he’s mad at his boyfriend, he can’t help but feel disappointed in his own actions. The rest of the half hour drive is in pure silence. There’s no music or talking, just the silent purr of the engine and wind passing the closed windows.

As soon as the car is parked in the driveway the youngest is quick to exit the vehicle and race inside the mansion before the other even has a chance to say anything. Yoongi simply gets out the car, taking a deep breath to calm down before heading inside. The last thing he wants to do is grab everyone’s attention by walking inside raging and yelling.

After waiting a few minutes, to allow his boyfriend some space to calm down he ventures through the house and makes his way to the younger’s bedroom. He knows that whenever there’s a problem between the two the youngest always retreats to his own room to avoid the other. Once he reaches the bedroom, he quietly walks in and locks the door behind himself, not really wanting anyone to walk in and interrupt or witness their private conversation.

Upon entering, he sees the ravenette idly sitting on his plush rug in front of his small fireplace. The entry of his lover not even pulling his attention from the dancing flames. “Go away, Yoongi.” Is all that’s said to acknowledge the elder even entered.

“We need to talk about this, babe.” Yoongi calmly says as he slowly approaches the younger.

“Talk about what?! You practically cheating on me?! Or, maybe the fact that the mother fucker who threatened me is STILL FUCKING BREATHING!” Jeongguk spits out harshly, turning to face his boyfriend who’s standing a few feet away from him.

Yoongi tries to interject, “Jeon- baby…”

“No! Does our relationship mean nothing to you?! We were supposed to do this together! Together, Yoongi! Not me walking into a bar and seeing you with another man about to kiss you!” The younger continues, completely unaware of the silent listener on the outside of the door.

“How could you even say that? You know you mean everything to me!! I didn’t mean for things to go that far. I wanted you to meet him, not come in and start fighting. That’s the whole reason I told you to come to the bar, but I didn’t know Jimin would act like that. But, we had been drinking so maybe it just messed with his judgement a little.” The older reasons.

“B-but… he was all over you and you didn’t even flinch when he was holding you. We don’t even get to do stuff like that in public because we’re hiding it.” The ravenette starts to tear up, voice shaking. “I guess I’m just jealous that we can’t be like that…”

“Like what baby?” The silver haired male asks, while he sits next to the younger.

“Like a couple, Yoongi!! It’s been a year already. A FUCKING year!! We only get to be intimate and close inside these walls. Only inside our bedrooms when everyone else is away or asleep. I can’t just kiss you or snuggle with you on the couch because no one knows we’re together.” The ravenette rants. “Do you not want to be with me? Is that why you’re so for having a third person in this relationship? So that you can openly do those things and just forget all about me? Is that why you let him do all those things tonight? Is that why you didn’t kill him?” He cries loudly, burying his face in his hands.

The elder quickly pulls his boyfriend into his arms, hushing the weeping male as he firmly holds the younger’s shaking frame. “Baby, please calm down. I love you, Jung Jeongguk. I love you so much.” He softly says, kissing the crying male’s face until the other’s sobs turn to quiet sniffles. “Now babe, you know we did not talk about bringing a third person into our relationship because I wanted to replace you. No one can replace you, bun. Jimin, he’s a sweet guy and I really think if you two got to talking you’d love him. So, no I didn’t kill him because I think he might be the missing link that we both need. However, it doesn’t change how I feel about you.” The elder calmly says, soothing the younger with soft caresses.

“You promise?” Jeongguk sniffles, hugging the older tighter as he nestles his face in the crook of Yoongi’s neck.

“I promise.” The older smiles, kissing the younger’s lips sweetly. The two share a comfortable silence simply relishing in each other’s embrace as the crackling of the fire fills their ears. The two sit there for a long while before either decide to speak. “Oh and Bun?” The silver head calls out, receiving a low hum in response. “You’re getting a punishment later.”

“B-but, but Yoongi...” The younger whines, looking at the other with big doe eyes.

“No ‘buts’, you stepped out of line and disrespected me multiple times tonight. I will not tolerate you being a destructive and disrespectful brat with me. Understood?” He says in a warning tone, making sure to keep direct eye contact with his submissive.

Jeongguk immediately falls into his submissive role, lowering his head. “Yes, Sir.” He responds, quietly.

The Dominant pecks his forehead lightly, “Great, first things first, give me your phone.” With a huff the device is placed gently into the elder’s awaiting hand. “You’ll get this back tomorrow. Part two will be after everyone is asleep; I think I seen Joon and Jin in the living room when I came in earlier.” He finishes, kissing his lover before exiting the room to go downstairs.

-

Yoongi finds himself in the kitchen drinking water, preparing mentally for his bun’s impending punishment, when his best friend walks in. “Hey, Seok.” Yoongi mumbles in-between gulping down his drink and munching on some chips left on the counter.

The other stops midstride, eyeing the silver haired male closely. “Do you have something you want to tell me?” He coldly questions, completely disregarding the greeting.

The air in the room suddenly feels suffocating from the unwarranted hostility Hoseok is emitting. Yoongi purses his lips with furrowed eyebrows, staring at the other with complete confusion. “Uh, no? Am I supposed to be reporting something of importance right now?”

“Nothing about Jeongguk?” Hoseok presses further, only adding to the confusion the silver haired male is experiencing. He knows there’s no way word of what happened at the bar could have gotten back to him. He made sure to get the men to handle things discretely for that exact purpose.

“No.” He simply responds.

“Yoongi, I’m going to give you ONE last chance to fess up before I crack your damn skull. Do you have something to tell me?” He lowly says, his dark eyes practically burning holes into the clueless man in front of him.

Quirking an eyebrow, the younger of the two feels his agitation at its peak from being threatened. “Hoseok, stop beating around the fucking bush and tell me what the fuck you’re talking about.” He responds just as firm as the older of the two.

“Are you fucking my son?” He spits out, with pure rage in those dark pupils.

Shit. That’s the only thing that Yoongi can think of on repeat. This was not the way he intended on telling his best friend of his relationship with Jeongguk. He’s not sure how he found out, but by the look on the dark-haired male’s face he knows it had to be recently.

Everyone in the Mafia and underworld know that KB is off limits to any and every single soul without “Hope’s” approval, which is impossible to attain. Even though only fellow Mafia members have seen the chiseled structure of the infamous heir, many long for the position next to the faceless man. Anyone who has attempted has been thoroughly warned and some even met their ends by the hands of Hoseok himself. So, now to be confronted with an angry Seok is not ideal for the silver head. “Alright… Hoseok, yes I’m dating Jeongguk.” He quietly answers, carefully gauging the other’s reaction.

“Break up with him, now.” Hoseok growls, gripping the edge of the island separating the two men. “You know the fucking rules! He is my son and that means you need My fucking consent to approach him and last time I fucking checked you haven’t uttered a single word to me about him. Not to fucking mention, you will not treat my Gem like one of your other little submissives. I will actually fucking kill you, Yoongi.”

Yoongi usually has a certain level of intimidation and respect when it comes to dealing with Hoseok’s anger and his requests of him, but when it comes to Jeongguk, his baby? He throws all caution to the wind. “Hell no! I’m not breaking up with him for you. He’s 19, Hoseok so stop speaking of him like he’s a child. He’s a consenting adult and I don’t need your permission to be with him. So fuck your goddamn rules! And don’t even start talking shit on my Lifestyle when you know good and damn well that I wouldn’t treat Jeongguk, My fucking submissive, in any way that he wouldn’t be consenting to! You can kiss ALL of my ass with that shit!” The silver haired male shrugs, exiting the kitchen to head up to his bedroom where he’s sure his lover’s already waiting.

Just before he can reach the staircase, he’s yanked back by a fuming Hoseok. “Don’t fucking walk away from me! How the fuck can you do this?!!”

“Do what?! Love your fucking son?!!”

“Yoongi-“ Hoseok starts.

“Fuck off! You literally have no reason to not want him with me! I get why you shield him from the fucking power-hungry bitches that would take advantage of him, but me?!!” The shorter yells, getting into the other’s face.

Hoseok pushes Yoongi away causing the other to stumble. “You went behind my back!!”

“This is exactly why!!! He’s not a fucking baby!”

Both males are so busying arguing and screaming profanities that they don’t notice the attention they’ve attracted. The Kim brothers and their lovers’ who were once lounging in the living room before the argument broke out in the entry way, are now quietly watching the exchange in front of the staircase. One thing leads to another and the two are physically fighting.

It takes a second for everyone to process the two are throwing aggressive blows at one another. Immediately they are being desperately pried away from each other, with Jin yelling for Jeongguk at the top of his lungs repeatedly. Just as the ravenette comes thundering down the steps, Jin and one of his lover’s Bam are holding back Hoseok while Namjoon and Taemin hold down Yoongi.

“Appa! Yoongi! What the hell is going on?” The youngest cries out, blocking his boyfriend with his body to prevent any further assault against each other.

As if an invisible target was placed on the ravenette, Hoseok turns all his attention to him. “Jung Jeongguk! How long have you been with him?!” He yells. The youngest just stares with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape. “And don’t you dare lie to me.” He sneers.

Jeongguk looks to Yoongi, to see his boyfriend give him a nod as a signal for ‘he knows’. Taking a deep breath, he responds with as much confidence he can with the expectant figure in his face, “A year.”

This revelation shocks almost everyone, aside from the women –Namjoon’s girlfriend and Jin’s girls- who eye the younger like he just spilled the secrets of the universe. “How?!” Taemin pipes in, instantly receiving a pointed look from Jin making him instantly shut his mouth and continue holding Yoongi, who’s stopped fighting the moment Jeongguk came downstairs.

The younger still responds to the question regardless. “Well, I don’t know… I always had a crush on Yoongi, I guess. But he never paid much attention to me like everyone else did. It was almost like I didn’t even exist outside of missions or training. It wasn’t until I was 17 did he actually talk to me… and he treated me like an actual adult and not the little baby everyone had to take care of. I loved that. So, I made it my mission to get closer to him until I finally confessed my feelings for him one night when we were just hanging out.”

Hoseok relaxes for a second, hearing the story with Jeongguk’s shy look while Yoongi gazes at the ravenette with such a look of adoration that it momentarily softens his heart. He finally feels like, maybe he overreacted. That is until he really starts to think about the implications of that story, of the imbalance of that dynamic, and before he knows it his blood is boiling again. “Did you two… while you were a minor?” He questions sternly, trying to get out of Jin’s stronghold but failing. The unspoken question burning into everyone’s mind as they try to wrangle in an almost erratic Hoseok.

“No! He didn’t do anything with me while I was underage, considering we didn’t even start dating until after my 18^th birthday. We didn’t have any inappropriate contact and even though he didn’t treat me like a child, he avoided me like the plague if I ever tried to be alone with him. So, I have been legal age throughout our entire relationship and pursuit. Besides, there’s certain things you can’t engage in until you’re of age… and he knew you’d actually kill him otherwise.” Jeongguk sheepishly admits.

"Gguk, shut up before Hoseok actually strangles Yoongi in his sleep." Namjoon jokes, referring to the younger's tendency to overshare.

Hoseok just stares at his son. The underlined betrayal still sitting in the depths of his chest, but the way his little Gem gleams is enough to quell the fire. “Yoongi, huh? Of all the people that have tried, why him?” He asks out of general curiosity, wondering how his best friend ends up with his adoptive child right under his nose.

“Honestly? He’s never treated me like a baby or some sort of power play. As an added bonus, he’s not really scared of you.” The younger laughs, smiling widely showing off his signature “bunny” smile.

Rolling his eyes playfully, groaning loudly Hoseok motions towards his bruised lip. “Well, I can’t break you two up, obviously. I guess I can approve. Better to have someone I trust, than some low life. But Yoongi if you break my precious Ggukie’s heart, I’ll snap your neck. I don’t care if you’re my best friend, I will kill you for that boy.” He warns.

Both men now free from being held down by the others. "I wouldn't dream of it. He's my world." Yoongi jokes, kissing his boyfriend's cheek fondly. Causing the room to erupt in awe's, fake gags, and scoffs.

"Oh for fuck's sake, I'm going to bed!" Hoseok yells, exiting the room with a light smile on his face. Happy that his son's heart was in good hands, even if it was done in secret. Even if it has to be his best friend.

-

Jeongguk nervously sits on the bed, anxiously shifting his weight from side to side in a constant shuffle. It feels like it’s been an eternity in silence awaiting the arrival of Yoongi and his impending punishment. Sitting in the elder’s bedroom -their shared bedroom- anxiety pulls at the threads of his mind the longer the time stretches in suspension. The only instructions he was given after the small family discussion was to go upstairs and wait in Yoongi’s bedroom. Nothing more, nothing less.

The younger doesn’t dare disobey his Dominant’s wishes, not after everything that’s happened tonight. So, he sits on the edge of the bed, legs pressed tightly together, with his eyes trained on the wooden door, and he waits. Only the low sounds of his quiet breathing can be heard inside the empty room, alongside the occasional ruffle of the bedding. However, being that the silence is so tense, every little sound on the outside of the wooden barrier intensifies the younger’s anxious mind.

He has no idea what’s in store for him, but one thing he does know is that he will patiently wait for whatever his Dominant, his lover, deems appropriate.

After another few passing minutes that feel like hours, the door opens to reveal his Dominant in all his powerfully, delicious glory. Jeongguk openly admits that he, himself, exerts his own overwhelming power when he enters a room, but with Yoongi? There’s a certain essence to the elder that make him want to be the one to bow down, to sit below him with nothing but pure respect for his authority. It’s something about the way he’s able to exert his dominance without belittling Jeongguk’s own position. No, Yoongi just tops his dominance enough to never warrant a challenge, so that Jeongguk can safely rest beneath him.

The elder closes the door behind himself, nonchalantly, before leaning against the hard surface. His dark orbs boring into the other’s own brown eyes, almost luring the other to move closer but firm enough to make him stay.

Jeongguk is the prey and Yoongi is surely the hunter. That knowledge alone is enough to practically make an involuntary shiver run down the younger submissive’s spine at the bone chilling stare.

“Do you think you’ve earned the privilege of relaxing on my bed after the way you behaved tonight?” The Dominant’s gruff voice reaches his sub’s ears, lifting an eyebrow with crossed arms.

The younger’s eyes widen comically, as he tries to sputter out a coherent reply. “What? No. I mean.. No, Sir. I just thought that…”

“You know your place.” Is all that the silver Dominant has to say before the ravenette sinks to his knees without question. His palms lying flat on his thighs as he allows his head to hang low, chin practically piercing his chest.  A pure act of submission for the Dominant.

“Now, baby bun. What are the rules you broke tonight?” He coolly asks, while walking around the large bedroom. His footsteps are softly hitting the carpeted floor with a light thud. The shuffling and clattering of objects peaks the younger’s interest, but his gaze remains on the carpet beneath his knees. The question itself too much to focus on with the way it slips from the other’s tongue. Jeongguk is always mindful of his rules, of their boundaries, so when he’s being punished for breaking one it’s more than enough to keep him focused.

“Respect my Dominant at all times, if there’s a-…” The ravenette begins mumbling out quietly, before hurried steps are heard and he’s being yanked by his dark hair to face a glaring older.

“Speak. Up.” Yoongi’s hold on his submissive’s hair tightens, while keeping his eyes locked with the younger as he towers over his kneeling frame. “I won’t say it again.”

“Respect my dominant at all times, even if there’s a disagreement; speak to him calmly and respectfully.” The submissive says louder, earning a satisfied hum before Yoongi lets go of the fistful of hair.

“Continue.” His silver-haired boyfriend says, returning to retrieve his items he abandoned to deal with the mumbling younger.

“Destruction of property is strictly forbidden when during fits of anger towards my Dominant.”

“And last but not least?” He presses further, but Jeongguk is drawn a blank. He can’t help the way he furrows his eyebrows confusedly, daring to look up questioningly at the elder across the room. He can’t recall any further violations on his part for the incident at the bar. Not like he needs to add to the list of things he already messed up to begin with, but he’s genuinely lost. “Sir, I’m not sure…” He slowly responds.

“I, as the submissive, will follow my Dominant’s lead and instruction at all times. The only exception to this rule is if I feel unsafe, endangered, or emotionally abused; therefore, revoking my submission.” He dutifully recites without missing a beat. A small lump forms in the younger’s throat with all the emotion he suddenly is holding back.

“You ignored me when you were fighting with Jimin. You ignored me when I said we’d discuss our problem in the privacy of our home. You ignored me when I told you to get in the car. To add the icing on top of the cake, you challenged My authority in front of a room full of people, unprovoked. Then proceeded to tell Me, your Dominant, ‘fuck you’. Now you tell me what you would do if you were dealing with such disrespect?” He questions, looking directly at Jeongguk expectantly.

“Punish me.” He says without hesitation. The deep acceptance that it’s what he needs and deserves after everything has him answering without pause. Jeongguk knows he deserves whatever he’ll give for overstepping their boundaries too much in one night.

“Hm, that’s an idea.” Yoongi hums, casually walking over to the recliner in the corner of the room, parallel to his submissive’s kneeled position.

“Beg.” He says lowly, waiting expectantly. He sits there with a smirk on his face with an eyebrow perked at the other’s defeated face.

They both know this is a part of the punishment. He wants to humiliate him in the same way Jeongguk is sure he felt when he caused such a big scene. The difference between then and now, he’s giving his submissive the courtesy of doing it in private. He’s stripping the younger of his power, but he’s still being respectful of their discussed boundaries. It’s something the submissive knows for a fact he didn’t do for the elder and he hates it.

He hates that he deserves every fucking minute of this. “Sir, I’m so sorry!” Jeongguk apologizes, loudly and sincerely.

“….”

“I will never disrespect you like this again. Please, punish me.”

“….” He’s unmoved, glancing at his nails as if his pleading sub is of no importance.

“I’ll listen, I promise. Sir, please forgive me.” The younger pleads, feeling a lump forming in his throat at the bored look the elder sends his way, only urging him on.

“….”

“Yoon… Sir, please let me show my remorse. Punish me, please.” The cracking submissive says with burned skin and tears stinging at his remorseful eyes. The consistent lack of response hurting more than any physical blow could bring him.

There’s a thick silence that falls between them before Yoongi relents and takes pity on his teary sub. “Hm, that was pretty good. Very well then, undress and lay across the bed flat on your stomach. Don’t move or make a sound.” He instructs.

Jeongguk eagerly rises to do as told because punishments mean that he will be forgiven, that they can move past his mistakes. With each article of clothing he removes, it’s a step closer to being in his Dom’s good graces. So after stripping himself of his clothing, leaving today’s t-shirt, jeans, and boxers a pile on the floor, he waits.

He waits to be punished so he may be forgiven.

-

Jeongguk lays there quietly, patiently awaiting his Dominant. Yoongi takes in the beautiful submissive displayed before him. He can’t help but admire his lover. From his smooth sun kissed skin, the array of beautifully black ink decorating his flesh, the defined outline of his muscular physique, to the way the curve of his spine beautifully leads to the plump flesh of his unmarked ass.

The Dominant slowly approaches the bed, looking at the younger staring back at him with those beautiful brown eyes he fell so hard for. It almost makes him want to call of the punishment and opt for cuddling, but he knows that’s not how this works. Bad behavior needs to be addressed and corrected for their dynamic to work. “Now baby bun, to start off I’m going to give you 50 with the crop.” The elder informs, earning a slow nod from the submissive who’s still unable to speak without permission. “After each hit, you will thank me and apologize for your wrongdoing.”

“Remember, you ALWAYS can use your safe word if it’s too much.” The Dominant reminds, while kneading the flesh of the other’s bottom, giving a light smack. After a short warning, Yoongi begins lightly smacking the younger’s reddening flesh. He increases the intensity with each strike, by the time the older has reach 15 the alternating hits have Jeongguk fighting back tears.

Hit.

“25.” Yoongi calls out, hitting just a fraction of a bit harder, shattering the younger’s resolve. The damn breaks and Jeongguk is full on sobbing. “I-I’m sorry, S-sir. T-thank You.” He cries out.

By the time they reach 40 the younger is blubbering and barely forming proper sentences. His grip on the bed sheet so tight his knuckles are white. Jeongguk’s face is buried in the duvet where a wet stain is formed from the tears and saliva from the constant wailing. Deciding it’s getting to be too much for his submissive, Yoongi lifts the need for the required responses. He quickly finished the last 10 lashes, a bit on the softer side despite Jeongguk being unable to tell the difference since his bottom is already bruising and stinging.

At the completion, Yoongi allows his lover a small break. Settling himself on the bed beside the younger and rubbing soothingly along the other’s thigh, he waits for the loud sobs to turn to sniffles. Once they do, he carefully helps Jeongguk sit up and rubs his back gently. “You did so well, bun. But, you still have one more thing to do. You think you can do that for me or is it too much?” He asks softly, not wanting to cross that fine line between punishing and tormenting his already fragile submissive.

After a few minutes of silence and uneven breathing, the ravenette quietly responds. “’M okay, Sir. I can do it.” He finishes, wiping any stray tears away.

“Okay, bun. Kneel for Me.” The silver Dominant gently commands. Just like before, there’s no hesitation as the submissive ravenette falls to his knees, hands resting on his lap. There’s an audible wince and hissing sound as the younger’s bruised bottom touches his calves but he pays it no mind.

The older smiles, giving the younger a drink of water before making any move to continue with the punishment. “Now since your mouth and destructive hands got you into the most trouble tonight…. You’ll be gagged and bounded.” The Dominant says while retrieving a pair of silver cuffs, a gag, and a jar of peanut butter.

The younger’s eyes widen at the sight of the gag and peanut butter, knowing exactly what his Dominant has planned. That jar is only brought out when he fucks up majorly and he can only dread its intended purpose. “Hands behind your back.” The elder instructs before cuffing the younger’s wrists, tight enough to cause discomfort but not to restrict blood flow.

Yoongi then takes the gag and thickly coats it in peanut butter; knowing how much his baby bun despises the taste and smell of the sticky substance. “Open your mouth.” The younger stares at the gag, tears once again pooling in his eyes as he refuses to open his mouth.

"Color." The elder stops, watching the latter’s response carefully.

“G-green.” Jeongguk breaths out, slowly.

“Oh? Well, isn’t this what you begged me for? For me to punish you and allow you to show your remorse? Now that I so graciously have given you that opportunity, YOU want to dictate what I can and cannot do?” Yoongi makes a sound of displeasure. “Fucking ungrateful, mutt. You’re just a dumb little brat who thinks he calls the shots here, huh? I’m the one who broke the rules… must’ve slipped my mind. Am I the one being punished for disrespecting my Dom?” He questions with furrowed eyebrows.

The younger frantically shakes his head, apologizing before opening his mouth dutifully. “Good bun.” The elder coos, securing the gag in place. He watches the ravenette’s face scrunch up at the horrid taste of the gag. "I'm going to shower. Don't move, I'll be back." Yoongi says before walking off to the connecting bathroom.

The elder knows that to an outsider it can seem a little extreme to leave an obviously upset and weeping submissive alone when carrying out a punishment, but for them it’s the final step before atonement. The whole point of a punishment is to correct ill behavior with forms of discipline that will ensure your submissive thinks thrice before committing the same violation. His little bunny is the type of only analyze his actions when he’s isolated and left to his own devices, so as his Dominant he creates the illusion.

With the added implements of a gag and the cuffs, it’s just enough to push him on the very edge of that line without toppling over it. The discomfort acts as a grounding tool as well as a subtle focus point for his thoughts. It helps remind him why he’s in these restraints and why he should never do something to get himself in that situation again. It’s a clear display of their dynamic and where the power exchange takes place. Jeongguk is the submissive in their relationship and it’s time for Yoongi to knock his brat down a few pegs to put him back in his place beneath him.

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Lucid Dreams| Chapter 3
Chapter 3| Kings’ Librarian (Cuddles and Librarians)

The mind is a curious, yet dangerous space when left in a moment of distress. It can create and take you to places you’ve never been with scenarios that will never see the day of light. It’s a place where you contemplate decisions and how the outcomes would be different if you had just changed that one thing, had said that one sentence, or had moved that one item. The mind in many ways can become a black hole that consumes your very being until all that is left is a jumbled mess. That’s exactly what Yoongi wants when he walks out of the bedroom where his bounded boyfriend remains kneeling like the obedient bunny he is.

He enters the bathroom with practiced ease, being sure to turn on the shower faucet to further indulge the illusions of isolation for his young lover while he begins the prep work for his aftercare. It’s a cruel trick of the mind the elder plays with as he moves along the quiet space making sure to make minimal noise. He knows that the other is mulling in a silent suffering, but he moves with confidence in the fact that if it begins to be too much that his submissive will use his safe word action, knocking on the wooden dresser. With that in mind, he takes his sweet time preparing for the younger, drawing a hot bubble bath for the both of them to slip into the moment the punishment is over.

The tub is filled with a lavender and rose scented bubble bath mixture that Yoongi knows his boyfriend is especially fond of after being disciplined. The pleasant smell of lightly fragranced essential oils filters throughout the warming bathroom. For kicks he also throws in a colorful chamomile bath bomb watching as it fizzles in the water turning the suds an orangey yellow. He even goes a step further and lights a couple unscented candles to add to the ambience of warmth and comfort.

After what Yoongi would consider an adequate amount of time of leaving the other stewing in his own misery, he finally decides to go retrieve the ravenette. The shower is turned off and the lights are dimmed from their bright setting before Yoongi decides everything looks perfect enough and he sets back into the bedroom. The minute the silver-haired male walks back into the room he’s greeted by the delicious sight of a tear spilling submissive who’s shaking from the weight of his muffled sobs. It had only been around 15 minutes of solitude, but his poor bun is already looking like he’s on the verge of hysterics. It’s the clearest indication that the dynamic has been settled back in place and his lover is once again going to be resting beneath him as he always should.

Instead of immediately rushing to the other’s side to release the bindings, he stands in front of the other with a perked brow, “Have you learned your lesson, bun?”

It doesn’t even take a full second before the submissive is nodding his head harshly in agreement. Muffled versions of ‘yes, Sir’ and excessive sniffling is the only sound audible between the two as Yoongi stands over him with an assessing eye. It’s easy to sputter out agreeance when bound like an object, but the way the other has his shoulders slumped and how his head is now resting on the elder’s feet, he knows the remorse is sincere.

He waits another silent moment before shushing the other gently, allowing himself the luxury of coddling his lover’s weeping frame. His actions are careful and delicate as the elder grabs the keys from the nightstand and remove the biting cuffs, being sure to massage lightly against the sore, reddening skin. The ravenette’s arms droop freely and slowly inch their way around the other’s middle in a loose hold. “Hush now baby, you did so well for me. Took that punishment so well.”

Yoongi softly presses a soft kiss to his shoulder, sitting the younger up so he has easy access to the gag sitting between the other’s spit-slicked lips. He makes quick work of removing the silicone object, wiping the excess drool and peanut butter from around his boyfriend’s lips and chin while whispering quiet praises. “Such a good boy for Me, Gguk.”

He brings a cup of water to his submissive’s drying lips, something he had prepared before he even thought to gag his mouthy bun with the offending sticky substance. Based off of the relieved and grateful look the younger gives him, he knows it must do an efficient job at helping wash out the taste of creamy peanut butter. After ensuring the ravenette has had his fill the cup is put to the side and both of the implements used are promptly discarded to be dealt with at a later time. Right now Yoongi’s only focus is Jeongguk and bring him back to a soft and sweet space.

The pair stay curled up on the side of the bed, Jeongguk’s face in the elder’s neck with his legs draped over the other’s spread legs. Small kisses are peppered on every inch of exposed skin while reassurances purposely slip through the Dominant’s lips.

“Sir, I am so sorry…” The quiet ravenette says into the other’s ear as he nuzzles closer. “Won’t do it again… promise.”

“I know you won’t, My precious bun. You took your punishment so well, all is forgiven.” The elder coos, gently running a hand up and down the smooth expansion of thighs and playfully smacking the ravenette’s ass, smirking at the wince he gets immediately after. Jeongguk flinches away and lets out a low groan at the tingly sensation, the pain from his spanking still very much present on his bruised flesh, a dull ache settling uncomfortably. “Now let’s go take a bath, baby.”

After a few more minutes of cuddle, encouragement and a plethora of sweet words, Yoongi is finally able to have them both nestled into the warm bath together. Yoongi gently washes his larger boyfriend as the couple casually talk about the most trivial things and joke lightheartedly without a care in the world. It’s almost as if all of the weight of tonight’s mishaps are physically being washed away like the dirt from their skin. They stay in the bath until the water runs cold and their hands are similar to shriveled up prunes, Jeongguk finally out of his daze and in his usual frame of mind. Neither minding the awkward and clumsy way they tumble out of the tub, sloshing dirty water on the floor with matching curses and laughter.

At the end of the night, Yoongi makes sure that Jeongguk feels nothing but cared for after such an intense punishment like the one he had. He makes it his top and only priority to make sure that his little love is handled with nothing less than pure love, gentle hands, and smothering affection. He double checks the younger’s wrists, making sure the skin isn’t grossly irritated or split from the cuffs, leaving fleeting kisses along the red marks. He makes sure to apply a generous amount of his special made cannabis lotion mixed with aloe, to help ease the ache on the ravenette’s reddened and bruised bottom. Then he rolls a blunt for them to share in the comfort of their bed and low lights.

Their bare bodies huddle closely underneath the sheets, providing just enough heat to combat the coolness of the room. There’s a comfortable silence hanging over the couple as they wordlessly pass the lit joint between each other in a silent harmony. That is until Jeongguk lowly speaks up in-between a drag, “I want to meet Jimin again. Well… properly meet him, I suppose.” He says, draping himself over the elder’s chest shotgunning his lover and leaving a lingering kiss in his wake.

Yoongi easily accepts the guided drag of the smoke, hugging his boyfriend closer mulling over his request. It doesn’t sound like a bad idea in the grand scheme of things, but with two hotheads he can never be too sure. “Hmn, why? So you two can fight again and maybe actually kill each other? Don’t know if I want to facilitate that quite yet.” He jokes, causing his boyfriend to let out a loud groan before nipping at the elder’s neck playfully.

“No you ass, so that I can meet him officially, preferably not two centimeters from your lips. You know… simple shit, babe.” Jeongguk muses, finishing off the last drag and laying back with a content sigh. “If you really think I’d like him, I want to give him a chance.”

“And an apology?” The elder quirks, looking to his lover for a response. The look he gives is more than enough to convey the correct answer and Jeongguk feels too floaty to deny him anything.

“Yeah… that too.” He reluctantly responds, before moving to get comfortable on his back allowing Yoongi to rest on his chest tracing his tattoos with delicate fingers. Jeongguk relishes in the light touch, wrapping an arm around the elder’s waist, hiking up one of his legs to rest across his own waist.

To anyone who were to take in the view before them, they’d definitely confuse the roles of the two. Having Yoongi cuddled up in Jeongguk’s arms is one of their favorite things to do, the elder always citing it’s the whole perk of having a larger boyfriend. He gets to lay across him like a blanket and the ravenette gets to practically snuggle the soul out of his boyfriend who can’t be bothered on most days.

“If you really want to meet with him, I’ll go find him tomorrow and see if he’ll sit down and talk to us.” Yoongi says quietly after a short bought of silence.

“Oh! Babe, how about we go to the restaurant where we had our first date. I think that’d be a nice place to go and talk to him.” Jeongguk perks up, excitedly.

“Sounds like a plan, bun. Now let’s sleep, I’m tired.” The silver-haired elder mumbles out from the crook of the younger’s neck.

“Kiss me first, baby.” The ravenette demands, lightly tugging at the silver strands until he’s looking at the younger. The elder doesn’t even argue, just meeting the other’s lips in a slow and steady kiss. The taste of cannabis and mint lingering on their tongues as they softly nip and suck on each other’s lips. A subtle battle for dominance sparks but fizzles out just as quick as they both seemingly melt into the mattress from exhaustion. They end their night with sore lips, light limbs, and the image of a certain feisty pet who needs to be tamed.

-

Jimin mindlessly yet efficiently types on the computer sitting in front of him, trying to quickly log all of his mandatory case study data in between performing his actual job of checking people’s books out. After spending the better part of half of his scheduled shift it’s finally over. The tension in his sore shoulders bleed out of his pores because he’s finally submitting his wretched last assignment so that he can take a break. Once the email is sent, the honey-brunette celebrates by groaning obnoxiously and laying his heavy head on the desk next to the keyboard with an ungraceful thud.

“Long night, babe?” Mila asks, sitting in the chair beside the resting male, returning from categorizing some new book inventory. All Jimin can manage is a simple grunt, as she moves behind him to massage his aching shoulders and neck. She hums a familiar tune to herself while politely greeting those who pass by with a quiet ‘hello’, the hands of an angel with a gleaming heart of glittery gold. The brunette can feel himself finally relaxing, all the tension and soreness from last night melting with each purposeful squeeze of each muscle.

“Well my love, as much as I would love to do this for the next 4 hours… You need to sit your ass up and look alive. We can’t have a zombie checking out and directing the public now can we?” She teases, patting Jimin’s head lightly. So maybe she’s more like a sour patch, Jimin muses internally.

Swatting at her hands playfully he smirks, “Oh shut up! No one complained when you had the hangover from hell last week, let me fucking be. I had an eventful night and I’m tired as shit.” Jimin dramatically cries out before greeting a young man and checking out his books with as much professionalism he can muster.

“You definitely said something and teased me until I threatened to beat you with an encyclopedia.” Mila rolls her eyes, smiling at a young lady who walks by.

Jimin just chuckles quietly to himself, remembering how scandalized an elderly man was when he so happened to be waiting to be checked out. The mortification on the sweet girl’s face had been so precious as she turned a pretty rosy pink. Good times. “You’re right, baby girl, I did. So did that poor old man.” He shrugs with a wink, running to dodge the dictionary launched at his head.

The next hour or so breeze by with the pair’s usual banter and jokes, while simultaneously carrying out their scheduled tasks. All is quiet until she randomly perks up, harshly tapping Jimin’s arm while she ogles at the entrance. “Min! Cute guy alert, this is not a drill. Silver hair, fare skin, slim figure, all black, dark eyes. Straight ahead. I repeat, this is not a damn drill!” She whispers, listing off the features of this mystery man while resting her chin in her palm.

The mention of fare skin with silver hair, has the other curiously peaking over the computer to get a look at the supposed cute guy. What Jimin wasn’t expecting was to be greeted with the lovely sight of Yoongi, who just so happens to look in their direction at that very moment. The two make brief eye contact before the younger quickly lowers in his seat, pretending to be busy with work as the elder makes his way to the counter.

The silver beauty leans on the counter, eyeing the younger carefully as Jimin makes it a point to glue his eyes to the open computer screen. “Ah, if it isn’t the mouthy little kitten- I mean Jimin.” He jokes, laughing loudly.

Oddly enough, Jimin doesn’t feel upset or embarrassed by the address. Instead he feels his traitorous heart skip a beat at the elder’s low voice calling him ‘kitten’. Hell, he even admits that his name sounds a million times better coming from those lips. “If it isn’t Yoongi.” The younger can’t help the glowing smile that graces his face. “Didn’t think someone of your ‘stature’ even had the time to read books.” He jokes, mockingly.

“Oh, well I didn’t think the Jimin I met last night could be such a cute librarian. Definitely a huge contrast, don’t ya think?” He retorts.

“Hey! I already told you, I’m a starving student. I work here to avoid buying any textbooks. Being in your last year of med school is expensive as fuck.” The younger trails off, getting a little embarrassed by his outwardly expressed tactics to save a buck.

“You can buy top shelf liquor, but not your textbooks?” Yoongi quirks an unimpressed brow. The judgement oozing off of the elder making Jimin’s skin prickle.

“That was financial aid I saved by NOT buying textbooks, thank you very much!” Jimin tries to smirk, trying not to let the embarrassment get the better of him. However, the minute he sees the unamused reaction of the other, he suddenly doesn’t feel too successful in his venture.

“Priorities, huh?” Yoongi says, shaking his head. Despite the smile on his face to show that he’s only joking around, the younger can’t help but lower his head slightly in shame. He purposefully avoids the topic of his spending, it’s a touchy subject to talk about his financial struggles. Times are hard when you don’t have career and have to figure shit out on your own, so the fact that he’s even attempting to approach the subject in a joking manner is a leap for him. However, he will never be okay with being the punch line or the center of a “poor man” joke. It’s a bit too much for him.

“Right…” The younger quietly answers, looking back at the computer and reviewing the screen.

Sensing her friend’s discomfort, Mila intervenes. “Jimin, why don’t you two go talk somewhere more private, like in the sci-fi section? No one’s been back there all day. Go on, you two are disturbing everyone.” She motions to the various glares from the students trying to study at the work tables stationed in the front of the library. “I got the front covered.”

Jimin sends her an appreciative smile before heading to the desired section at the back of the building with Yoongi strolling behind him. The pair eventually end up sitting at a nearby table, hidden by the various rows of forgotten bookshelves. Too many people worried about finals to enjoy the luxury of fiction. “So, you really do work at a library. I didn’t really believe you when you said it last night.” Yoongi mumbles, seemingly more to himself rather than to actually be directed at the younger.

Nonetheless, Jimin still hears him and responds. “Yep. This job helps me keep at least one meal a day on the table. Plus, it has the added benefit of the free book orders and use of the computer.” The brunette lightly smiles.

"Librarian by day, bottle popper by night." The elder laughs almost mockingly and a little too much for the younger’s liking. Who’s he to judge anyone’s living just because he’s a big time Mafia member?

"Shouldn't you be with that boyfriend of yours?" The irritated younger snaps venomously, trying to restrain himself from doing anything that could potentially put his life at risk, or even worse get him fired.

The silver-haired male shakes his head. “No, he’s occupied with something else at the moment. I had some free time to myself.”

Nodding along, running a hand through his messy hair. “I see. Why the library?” Curiosity gets the better of the younger, wanting to know if he was personally sought out or if it really is just a coincidence that worked in his favor. Looking over the elder, he definitely looks dressed casually enough to be strolling or dressed nicely enough to impress. He looks absolutely handsome, wearing a simple black low cut shirt with black tattered jeans with his fluffy grey lock messily strewn across his forehead. “Doesn’t really seem like a ‘you’ thing to do.”

“Well, I remember you telling me you worked in a library, so I came, looking for you.” Reading the other’s confused face, he continues. “To you know, apologize for last night.” He awkward rubs at the nape of his neck.

“Apologize for you pointing a gun in my face or for your boyfriend actively trying to kill me?” Jimin muses, eyebrow arched with his arms crossed.

“Honestly, both. But you need to understand I only did what I did because Jeongguk wouldn’t have hesitated to leave you for dead in that moment. I didn’t want that, so I did what I had to in order to protect the both of you.” He casually says, while lightly placing a comforting hand on the younger’s thigh.

“Uh huh. KB is rumored to have a temper, isn’t that right? Whatever. Thanks for the apology, but I think I should get back to my job.” Jimin dismissively says, starting to get up to go back to the front until he feels a slight grip on his wrist pulling him back.

“Come on, kitten. Stay a little longer? I’m sure your friend up there can handle it.” Yoongi sweetly asks, gently pulling Jimin into the chair beside him.

“Yoongi, I’m really not in the mood for a repeat of last night. Fighting your man once was enough for me, I need to get back to work before he appears out of thin air and slams me into the shelves. No.” The younger tries to sternly say, not wanting to put his body through any further torture. Waking up to stiff muscles and bruises littering his torso was enough to know not to fuck with Jeongguk ever again. At least he doesn’t want that type of anger and aggression directed at him for the same reasons.

“Baby boy, I came all this way. I wouldn’t be here if Jeongguk didn’t already know and approve of it. So stay with me, please.” He pouts. Between the pet name and adorable expression on his face, the brunette can’t help but relent. Not only that, but he’s not in the biggest rush to get back to aimlessly scanning books until the library closes.

“Fine, just a bit longer.” Jimin tightly smiles, laying his head on the table while facing the elder. Knowing that the other isn’t meeting him in secret and that he’s not in danger of getting his ass kicked, the brunette allows himself to relax just a little bit. The small hangover and tight muscles gladly welcome the cool feel of the table as he rests his eyes.

“That’s a good boy.” Yoongi praises, making Jimin feel a weird sense of warmth and fuzziness. Something about his low, gruff tone makes the younger’s insides melt like chocolate on a hot summer day. It’s a feeling he knows well enough to identify, but he’s too cautious to do so.

“Do you have plans tonight?” The elder questions, running one of his free hands through the younger’s hair. Jimin subtly shakes his head, too distracted by the soft caresses to formulate a proper response. The younger doesn’t even know how long it’s been since someone just ran their fingers through his hair like this; Jimin can’t help but dread the moment when it will inevitably end.

“Good, then you’ll be joining Jeongguk and me for dinner. Dress nicely and we’ll pick you up at 8.” The elder states, obviously not posing a question but more so telling the younger of the two of their new found plans.

“I must’ve missed the invitation because that did not sound like a question to me. So, no I will not be joining you and your boyfriend like an awkward third wheel. Thanks but no thanks, I’m sure we’d only end up fighting and like I said before fighting your man once was enough for me.” Jimin shrugs his shoulders, sitting up and stretching before standing.

“Oh, baby. I didn’t ask. I told you our plans so be ready on time. I don’t like to be kept waiting.” Yoongi says firmly, but not in a threatening way. The dominance oozing from this man makes it hard to respect the boundaries of talking to a taken man. Jimin is only so strong when it comes to denying himself of things he wants.

“Oh, honey, I already told you no. So how about you run along to your little boyfriend and leave me alone? Who do you think you are to tell ME what the hell I’M going to be doing tonight? Last time I checked, I was single and damn sure not that little bunny of yours.” The younger bites back with a mocking smile. He may be weak for a dominant man, but that by no means that he’s some push over who will be blindly ordered around.

“Excuse you?” Yoongi says, eyes darkening as he glares from his seated position.

“You definitely heard me and I’m not in the business of repeating myself.” Jimin shrugs.

A humorless laugh leaves the elder’s lips as he stands, making his way to other with his hands casually in his pockets. “What happen to the good boy who was so pliant with my fingers running through his hair? If this is your attempt at trying my patience, I can assure you I have all the time in the world to wait for you to come around.” He smiles, as his feline like eyes bore into Jimin’s. “Though I must admit, it was ‘Bunny’s’ idea to invite you for dinner and I can almost guarantee he’s not nearly as patient.”

“Ah, so the boyfriend wants to see me?” Jimin raises a brow. Though he does his best to keep his outward appearance as neutral as possible, a slight giddiness and anxious feeling rises beneath the surface. It’s one thing for Yoongi to want his company, but his lover? That peaks a curiosity, that the younger can’t help but need to explore.

“He does. We both do, so will you join us for dinner? Or would you prefer a visit from a rejected KB?” The silver-haired male asks, though the underlined threat is enough to raise a few hairs on the latter’s neck.

There’s a moment of silence between the two as Jimin weighs his options. He can reject the offer and face whatever consequences that follow, honestly without worry. Or he can accept and feed his own curiosities. What could these two powerful men want with him? It’s not like Jimin holds any great importance in their world of shadows, but the knowledge that they’re requesting his presence is enough to feed that lonely void he so desperately wishes to fill with their perfectly sculpted images.

“I guess a dejected bunny would be a pain in the ass to deal with. But, if I agree can you keep him on a leash? I’m really not in the mood to fight and if I’m only being invited to get set up I’m going to be thoroughly pissed.”

“I promise nothing will happen to you as long as I’m there.” The silver beauty sincerely answers, eyes never wavering.

The younger nods in acknowledgement and agreement. “Okay, guess you can pick me up at 8.”

The most beautiful smile graces the elder’s lips immediately upon the reply. They quickly exchange numbers and Jimin texts him his address. Many would say that was a dumb move on the younger’s part for giving a well-known dangerous man his place of residence, but logically speaking he probably already knew. The connections of the dark world run deeper than the average person could even fathom; Jimin, unfortunately, is not graced with that blissful ignorance so he doesn’t feel the need to pretend.

The two speak for a few more minutes, before bidding farewell until later. Once they’re back at the front, Yoongi sends a short wink his way before exiting the building and getting into a waiting vehicle. Jimin trudges back to his seat with an audible flop next to a more than eager Mila who immediately starts pestering the smiling male about the secret exchange.

So that’s how the honey brunette spends the last hours of his shift, cryptically explaining how he met the gorgeous man and a brief summary of last night’s events; excluding the mafia reveal and certain unpleasant details that occurred during the explosive fight.

“So, you possibly have a date with Yoongi and his boyfriend? Cause let’s be honest an apology is all I’d give you after what you just told me. They’re taking you to dinner… and he called you pet names ever since he got here.” She teases.

“It’s not a date… it’s just dinner.” Jimin quietly respond, packing up for the evening.

“Yeah, okay. We’ll see. Have fun on your date!!” She yells, as they part ways.

Her words wrack through the male’s brain, the notion of this dinner being a date sets an array of butterflies in his stomach. Though, the actual probability of that being the case is slim to none, he wouldn’t mind it if it was. He’s always been the type of man to want what he shouldn’t have. He’s drawn to the darker side of life, finding the idea of two mafia kings being by his side in any form more than thrilling. Jimin’s curiosity of tonight’s pending exchange sends shivers down his spine.

Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back. May his future be just as rewarding.

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Time seemed to breeze by the moment Jimin arrived back to his humble adobe with a racing heart and poorly coordinated plans. He’s usually a man who plans his evenings after a long shift down to what time he’ll get in the shower, but tonight he suddenly has all of three seconds to prepare for a dinner he just found out about hours before. It feels as if the young honey brunette had only been home for a few minutes, but the bedside clock sitting on his nightstand vibrantly reads that it’s only a few moments shy of 8 o’clock. Admittedly, Jimin’s been in a constant inner battle with himself since he walked away from the smiling silver beauty. With each second that slips away he finds a slight hesitance start to fluctuate in his chest leaving him questioning if he truly wants to attend the dinner with the two men.

Mila’s teasing words about the dinner being a date creep into his psyche on a continuous loop as a constant reminder that he’s so close to something he shouldn’t want. There’s no logical way to process that the invitation was actually a subtle hint at a date, right? It’s not like after their first encounters the night prior, they could also have an interest just as profound as he does, right?

The longer he contemplates, the more he begins to allow his overactive imagination to run wild and overanalyze every micro expression the elder threw out today. Maybe the fingers running through his hair was a flirtatious gesture and the demanding words were fueled by something deeper than Jimin acknowledged. Maybe Yoongi and his boyfriend actually did want to make amends and this dinner was their olive branch for the brunette to take. Maybe Jimin is feeling slightly smugger and more important than he should be, but with each image that crosses his mind from last night up until this very moment sends a rush through his ego.

Jimin has a date with two Mafia Kings; one who he is certain is more than attracted to him and the other who despite trying to murder him in an alley wants to have him for dinner. Great.

Just as the clock strikes 8 on the dot, he’s finally satisfied with his overall appearance and he’s settling comfortably on the awaiting couch cushions. Excitedly he waits, anticipating the arrival of the two men with bated breath. Jimin wonders who will knock on the door to get him, a big part of him hopes it’s Yoongi but a small lingering desire wishes it’ll be Jeongguk with those dark hazy eyes. With all of his anxious energy, he was unintentionally on time for once due to moving through the motions just a tad bit quicker than normal so that he had more than enough time to fuss over the smaller details without running over time. It’s unheard of for him to be done exactly on time, but something told him that when Yoongi said to be ready by 8 that the elder would not tolerate anything over that set timeframe.

Being late for once, was not a favorable option. He’d already seen what the bunny looked like when he was angry, however, he wasn’t too fond of seeing that same look on the elder. Whereas he liked the crazed look in the youngest eyes, he thinks he would actually shrivel if Yoongi wore that same expression. So, instead of testing the waters of an already unconventional moment, he made sure he was dressed to kill and sitting patiently for the others to arrive.

Tonight, the honey haired male decided to wear a simple black button up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The first few buttons of the soft material are left undone, clearly displaying the splay of butterflies adorning his otherwise flawless neck like the finest jewelry; though he did add a simple, thin silver chain for a bit of finesse. Deciding that he wanted to be semi casual he paired the shirt with simple dark jeans, without his favored slits; opting for the slim fit to highlight his legs that he’s very proud of, with the added bonus of his curves looking much more enticing. Small hoop earrings decorate the shell of his left ear, while the two lobes have simple stud diamond earrings.

His dark honey locks are silky and parted. His fresh undercut visible with every subtle sweep of ring adorned fingers, through his hair. Jimin gives his light makeup a quick check being sure his face looks as seamless as possible. He takes pride in keeping up his appearances especially when being face to face with very attractive men. The young male may not be made of millions, but his looks alone give off the pretense he’s worth something. What that something is? Jimin’s not entirely sure, but it’s enough to always take extra care when making appearances. He’s never been one to put a price on himself, but he allows others to marvel and indulge their fantasies all the same.

His little beauty routine is nothing too wild, just simple foundation and concealer to hide his tired eyes and any bruising from the prior night. A bit of moisturizing lip tint because his lips might be his favorite physical attribute. Both men and women go crazy over the plump and supple flesh; he’d be damned if his lips ever looked less than desirable.

He made sure to add a hint of brown shadow to liven his eyes a bit, but not so much it could be confused for stepping into what society would deem as “feminization”. If you asked him, he could care less about how people feel about men wearing light makeup, he’s not looking to look like a woman. He simply wants to highlight the features he likes about himself, and he can fully acknowledge the fact makeup can do that. His sexual preference has nothing to do with that desire.

After waiting around for a good five minutes the young male starts to get antsy, deciding last minute that the shoes he’s wearing should be swapped out with the pair sitting in the back of his closet. So he glances at the time and hurries to his bedroom after successfully prying himself off the couch in order to retrieve said footwear. It’s not even a minute later until the doorbell chimes throughout the small apartment making the other jump at the sound. Jimin thinks it might be the first time that little chime sent his heart straight into his throat. Or did it plummet into his stomach? Whichever the case he can’t fight the smile spreading across his face.

“One second!” He yells from his bedroom, as he slowly but eagerly walks to the front door with his keys and wallet in hand to be pocketed before he exits the house. Taking one last steadying breath, he opens the door to see Yoongi leaning against the opposing wall to the door, in fitted black dress attire. “Well, well, well… don’t you look nice.” Jimin says sweetly, scanning the elder from head to toe with a certain kind of hunger food simply can’t sate.

“Thank you, kitten. I was just about to say the same thing about you. I didn’t think you could look any more tempting, but here you are looking like sex on legs.” Yoongi’s low voice rasps, as he smoothly approaches the smug younger.

“Sex on legs, huh?” Jimin slowly traces up the other’s arm with a small smirk. “Wonder what your little Bunny would think of that.” He muses playfully.

The silver beauty simply smirks, “Oh, I’m more than positive my ‘little bunny’ would devour you whole, baby.” He turns on his heel, casually strolling toward the exit leaving the younger to gape at his retreating figure. “Let’s go, wouldn’t want to keep our Bunny waiting.”

-

The car ride is nothing short of awkward, but nothing less than expected considering the situation at hand. The minute Jimin slipped into the backseat, he felt his whole-body tense and a certain level of apprehension settle into his chest. Jeongguk was sitting in the front seat –obviously so- in all his unapproachable glory, smoking and scrolling through his cellphone. He doesn’t even spare the elder a glance, let alone a damn word; a simple ‘hello’ even seemed to be asking for too much. Yoongi kept trying to make small talk between the three of them, but after a few painfully strained conversations the eldest relented and said that the younger males were both being children and that they’d just talk when they got to the restaurant.

So, after a tortuous hour-long car ride of awkward silence, they’re finally pulling into some valet parking of a very lavish 5-star restaurant. Jimin guesses it’s the type of place that doesn’t put prices on the menu because if you couldn’t afford luxury, you should’ve dined at the nearest chicken and waffle place across town and not in a high-class establishment. He can already hear his wallet screaming just from looking at the luxurious restaurant. After getting out of the car and seeing lavishly dressed patrons Jimin decides that whether it’s a date or not the entire night will be on their dime.

The moment the trio walk in, Jimin immediately notices they’re treated like actual royalty. The whole room’s energy seems to shift as Jeongguk, and Yoongi exchange a few words with the front host. A hostess immediately seats the three men in a private dining area and a server fills their elegant glasses with some hard to pronounce, extremely aged, out of this world wine that has Jimin melting in his seat from the burst of refined flavors. From then on, everyone is easily waiting on their table and the two men hand and foot; the other two men, don’t seem surprised but more so expectant.

It's something that admittedly catches Jimin off guard because the way everyone is moving around them it’s something almost laced with fear. Now, he could totally understand if the people knew who they were serving were two men who were royalty among the vilest of people. However, the Devious Kings always conceal their identity so the probability of that being the case are slim to none. So unless the couple frequent this establishment so often that the place is practically living off their tips and the staffs’ boss is hounding them, then it doesn’t make sense. Logically the honey-brunette has no idea why there’s so much underlined tension between the staff and his “dates” and the confusion must be clear on his face.

As if to answer the younger’s silent question, Yoongi offers up that he and Jeongguk are part owners of the restaurant. So though the employees have no knowledge of their bosses’ actual status in the underworld, they do know that the two men seated in front of him are the ones who call the shots. There’s also a select few that know that this establishment is under the protection of the Devious Kings, like many other places and know to tread lightly with any authoritative figures. You never know who’s a “Kingsman” or if a “Royal” is seated right in front of you, so you conduct yourself like everyone is the head and you never lose yours. It’s a concept Jimin finds himself in awe of and easily accepting as he’s poured another glass of divine wine.

It’s not long after their arrival until their orders are promptly put in and the three are sitting in a drawn-out silence. Jeongguk and Yoongi are sitting across from Jimin, while he sits in the middle of the plush booth directly in between both men. To say the silence isn’t once again tense, would be a lie. The honey brunette isn’t too sure where to train his focus, too busy drinking in the sight of both men though he’s trying to be subtle. So, instead of boring holes into the two men’s souls he decides to keep his eyes on the wineglass and basket full of decadent bread.

As the seconds pass into minutes, Jimin can’t help but wonder why he agreed to such a stupid idea. It’s more than evident that the awkward air between the three will not dissipate anytime soon and that’s enough to sour his once fluttery mood. It’s more than evident that Jeongguk is still feeling a way about him and having this dinner seems to really be challenging whatever it is he’s contemplating while staring at the elder. Jimin can tell by the way the youngest has been nothing but tense and silent since the elder has been around him and it’s gotten to a point that even Yoongi has to be uncomfortable for his boyfriend.

For something to have been their joint decision, it appears more like Yoongi lied to get Jeongguk and Jimin in the same room after a night of fighting. The reasoning behind that is beyond Jimin but the longer the silence goes the more he’s convinced there’s no way this was a date and any chances he had with either man has dwindled to none. If he’s honest, if it weren’t for the fact that they drove him an hour away from his apartment he’d happily call and cab a retreat to his little fortress with greasy and cheap burgers and fries. He could call Mila to pick him up if he was willing to ruin her supposed date night with her new boyfriend Namjoon, but she’d probably wrangle his neck the minute he stepped in the car so maybe not.

Just as he’s mid escape plan, his thoughts are interrupted when the brunette hears the low sound of someone clearing their throat before a shy whisper. It’s from none other than the ravenette who’s been nothing, but silent the whole night. “You look.. um, really nice Jimin.”

The elder’s brow raises slightly in disbelief at the compliment, looking to Yoongi to confirm that what he heard was not just him imagining things in his chaotic head. The silver haired elder just smiles before taking a hefty sip of his drink, clearly entertained by his boyfriend’s sudden efforts.

“Why thank you, handsome. Yoongi over here said I look like sex on legs. Would you agree?” Jimin questions teasingly, testing the boundaries a bit. He’s more than happy the youngest has finally acknowledged his presence and with a compliment at that. Maybe his chances aren’t too blown up after all.

“You definitely look desirable.” Jeongguk says, straightening in his seat to give the elder an appreciative once over. “Yoon has always had a thing for pretty things. I mean, look at me. He surely does have taste, but what can I say? I like my men with a certain smugness to match their hardened personas. I definitely can see you fit both our likings perfectly. Don’t you think so?” He shrugs, seemingly growing more confident in himself the more he speaks. Something Jimin very much likes, it gives him a glimpse of the man behind the Bunny.

“Oh, baby is getting confident isn’t he, Yoongs?” The brunette looks to the eldest who laughs lightly. “Is this your way of apologizing for attempting to try and kill me last night? Cause Bunny, flattery might be the way to my heart, but I need a bit more from you.”

“Did you just call me Bunny?” He says, while the playful glint in his eyes spark with a sudden darkness. Yoongi huffs loudly, but lets the situation play out without intervening. Jimin takes that as his cue to keep going, hoping that the eldest wouldn’t let him dance in dangerous territory for a second night in a row. He promised he’d be safe with him, so he trusts this type of fun is okay.

“That’s who you are, right?” The honey-brunette starts, keeping his tone light and teasingly. “At least, that’s who you were when you threatened to kill me. So, yes, I called you ‘Bunny’ because that’s who needs to be apologizing to me right now. Jeongguk is just fine in my book, baby. So, what’s it gonna be bun bun?” He challenges, raising a brow.

“You’re kidding me, right? I walk into you about to kiss my boyfriend, then watch you give him a hickey right in front of me. Not to mention even when we fought you flirted with me and licked my lips. I think I was well within my right; don’t you pup?” He quirks, keeping his voice low enough to be taken seriously but void the bite anger would have. The words dripping with a fiery honey and ending with the word ‘pup’ that stuns the elder pleasantly.

Jeongguk does have a point, Jimin internally scolds himself. “Well can you blame me? Your boyfriend is irresistible and then here you come, looking just as stunning? Ohh and Bunny when you’re angry…” The elder shivers with a twisted delight.  “What can I say? You looked so delicious, I had to have a taste.” He smirks.

The ravenette hums in what can only be assumed is amusement as he shakes his head slightly. “Funny thing is, if you would’ve played your cards right, you could’ve been sprawled across our bed barely able to form sentences. It’s a shame, really.” He shrugs.

A chill runs down Jimin’s spine at the filthy mental images of the two men seemingly having their way with him laid out for their enjoyment, in more ways than one. The mere thought of being the center of their affections is enough to feel like a dream, something he could only have in his wildest fantasies. The fact that Jeongguk is openly admitting to a sexual attraction to the elder is enough to charm him into a more sensual state, but a small tinge of guilt starts eating away at his subconscious.

“Look, I’m not one to mince words so I’ll be fucking frank with you. I knew he was taken, that much he made clear up until the moment you burst in knocking over glasses like a madman, but I respected that all the way up until the last like three seconds. Not to make excuses because I don’t regret it, but I was starting to feel the liquor and well, I figured fuck it. I didn’t think I’d ever see him again after last night and I definitely wouldn’t have guessed that he was who he is or the fact that his boyfriend would be the infamous KB who’s knock me around outside. So.. I’d definitely do it again, but with a bit more finesse and with you slamming me against a wall with different intentions. You get me?” The elder laughs sweetly.

“So, is that your way of apologizing, puppy? Since you intentionally provoke me and all?” Jeongguk pushes, raising a tentative brow in the other’s direction.

Said male sits stunned for a brief second, noting the way the younger laughs at his response. “You know what? If you want an apology Bunny, I’ll give you one.” Jimin finally relents, seeing that Jeongguk is actually being quite open and playful about the situation. There are barely any signs of that unfiltered rage from the night before, in its wake is just lighthearted teasing. It’s a breath of fresh air between the pair and it’s more than what the elder would have expected out of the man who seems violently possessive of the eldest. Not to mention the continuous slip of the pet name that has his stomach doing involuntary flips each time it passes those smirking lips.

Jimin turns his undivided attention to the eldest of the three dining, “I shouldn’t have tried to kiss you, Yoongi. That night you made it very clear that you were in a relationship, and I showed a lot of restraint, if you ask me. But I did take it too far especially after Mr. Muscle over here showed up and for that I’m sorry to both of you and your relationship.”

The silver head nods his head looking to his boyfriend for his response to the apology. Jeongguk observes the elder carefully, maintaining eye contact until he gives the brunette a small smile. “And I apologize for threatening you and hurting you. I’m a hothead and possessive if you will. Touching someone I love is the quickest way to end up six feet under, you know? It was definitely personal at the time, but now… I just hope we can move past it, for all of our sake.”

“Agreed because watching you two go back and forth is tiresome. Not to mention you acted as if I wasn’t sitting right here this whole time and THAT I take personal.” The eldest huffs, gesturing wildly causing both younger men to laugh loudly at his dramatic antics.

The moment is briefly interrupted as a waitress sets all of their plates down, sending brief smiles in each man’s direction while doing so. Her gaze lingering just a second longer on the honey-brunette when she makes eye contact, flushing beautifully as the male gives her a wink. “Well, what’s a dazzling beauty like you doing in a place like this?” He teases lightly, not missing the way Jeongguk rolls his eye with his tongue pressed firmly into his cheek and Yoongi tilt his head with narrowing eyes in the brunette’s direction. “What time are you off, sweetness?” Jimin asks flirtatiously, loving the way she shyly looks in his direction.

“Actually…” She starts only to be swiftly cut off by a fixed look thrown her way from the youngest. The elder only managed to catch it because the girl looked like she had seen the worst horror of her life and after seeing the death glare… Jimin completely understands.

“That’ll be all Sooyoung, don’t let this one get you into any trouble tonight.” Yoongi calmly says dismissing the young woman as the other huffs slightly. There goes all jis hopes of getting any decent action for the night. If he starts pouting no one says anything, but they eat their food sharing light conversation and just enjoy each other’s company. It comes as a surprise, but the three of them sharing dinner is something that feels right to all of them.

It doesn’t even feel like a forced interaction unlike how their night began. If anything, it feels more like they’ve known each other in a past life and are meeting for the first time in this world. Something like filling in the missing details, but never quite feeling like strangers. Yoongi feels like home to him, and it couldn’t be more evident in the way he practically leeches onto the eldest’s ever word and whim. Jeongguk feels like the fire that ignites his soul that threatens to burn him up completely. Jimin finds himself feeling grateful for stumbling across the couple being as he struggles to find many people worth any actual connection beyond shallow words and sexual attraction. This goes on through dinner and dessert, until they’re all just sitting around the cleared table sipping on glasses of wine and sweet cocktails.

“So, why did you guys invite me here tonight? Not that this hasn’t actually been a better experience than I initially anticipated; I just don’t think you invited me to this ridiculously expensive place to have Jeongguk and I apologize to one another.” Jimin finally asks, looking quizzically at the two men.

It’s Yoongi who speaks up for the two, “Jeongguk and I have been together for about a year now, but we’ve recently decided that we would be open to expanding our relationship; welcoming a third to our unique lifestyle.”

Jimin’s eyes widen slightly at the revelation, not out of anything besides the implications of them sharing such an intimate detail with him; someone they’ve met less than 48 hours ago. “Not that I’m in any way judging, but can I ask why? If that’s not too personal, I mean.” He asks, allowing his curiosity to spike.

The silver head continues, “Well, as much as we love each other, there are some things that we both want and need out of our relationship that we are unable to give. It doesn’t change what we do for one another, but we find it falling short in certain aspects. Since we obviously don’t have the most conventional lifestyle in our line of work, it only seems natural that we don’t fall under the most conventional relationship norms such as monogamy.”

The brunette perk a brow, “Aren’t all relationships about compromise? How would adding me –assuming that’s where this is going- or anyone else to the mix be beneficial? All you’re doing is dragging an innocent person in the middle to deal with your dysfunction.”

“There’s a difference between compromising for one another and being codependent. There are some things that cannot be negotiated without changing the people we are. If we lose our own identities in one another, we’d only be feeding a very toxic and unhealthy dynamic. We don’t expect that from one another or from whoever we welcome into our lives. Things will be complicated enough; we don’t desire to add to it.” The young ravenette answers with wisdom that definitely exceeds his physical age, if appearance is anything to go by.

“Okay, that makes sense in a general sense. Though I’m not sure I’m following how it applies to you both. What could be so monumental that you both aren’t willing to compromise with each other? And, if it’s such a big deal how are you so sure someone else will accept it?” The elder asks, sitting further up in his seat looking at the two curiously.

The eldest is first to speak again, a steadiness in his voice keeping the young brunette’s attention. “For starters, I guess you should know we engage in BDSM dynamics alongside being in the mafia. We operate our relationship by the boundaries and roles that we’ve discussed countless times with our individual capabilities, desires, and needs.”

Jimin barely gets to nod in acknowledgement before the younger boyfriend of the two quickly follows like this conversation has been rehearsed between the couple or at least has been pitched before. “We both are very dominant figures, which by now you’ve noticed. I hold my own power, but I like to be- um, ‘put in my place’ for lack of better words. If you knew who we were based off of our names alone, then you know what kind of position I hold. That pressure in itself can be more stressful than I would like at times. I like a strong and firm dominance where I just follow what’s given to me, though I only accept that in a sexual manner. I do have all around rules to follow but they’re solely in place to keep me levelheaded with all of my growing privilege and power.”

“I play the role of the strict dom when it comes to Gguk. I like to be in complete control of my submissive inside and outside of the bedroom. So, as you can imagine I get a great deal of pleasure from setting rules and expectations; I also deal out any rewards or punishments, that may be in order.” The eldest chimes in.

The couple allows the other to sit for a brief moment, processing everything and cyphering through the information. Though no matter how much he goes back and forth with the details, Jimin can’t see why this conversation is being brought to him after everything. Not that he wouldn’t be open to the prospect of joining a relationship with the two men, but when it’s something so established there’s a great deal of uncertainty. Where in this relationship would he belong? “Okay… it seems to me like you’re a match made in heaven. So where do you see me fitting into this equation? It looks like you both like the exact same things, minus some of the specifics. What am I missing?”

“Well, that’s the thing… we want more than what we just explained. Jeongguk and I have both been desiring more than what the other is willing to give without making themselves miserable in the process or ruining our relationship entirely.” Yoongi vaguely responds.

The indirect way of answering his question only further confuses and agitates the brunette. Quirking an irritated brow he snaps, “Look I get this is your relationship, but at this point you’re giving me nothing. If you want me to even, consider this then I need details.” He continues, trying to level the way his emotions start to boil over with increasing annoyance for the two beautiful men. “Stop beating around the bush and tell me what you’re looking for so we can figure out if this will be a waste of time. I’ve dabbled in the lifestyle in various aspects with a couple past play partners so it’s not new to me. Polygamy is new to me but whatever, I’m willing to try IF and only if our interest aligns. So, open your pretty little mouths and tell me what you want.” Jimin rolls his eyes for added measure, throwing his head back dramatically.

“My god, I’m going to have two fucking brats on my hands.” Yoongi mutters causing Jeongguk to laugh loudly. “Fine, I want a damn fulltime baby boy. Though I love being a firm dom for my baby, I get great satisfaction from being a soft dom and taking care of my sub. I can do it with Gguk, but we don’t fully exercise our dynamic outside of our private time because… let’s face it, it’s not appropriate in other settings and Jeongguk doesn’t always want to be babied.”

“Understood, what about you Bun?” The elder lets the nickname slip, but the ravenette doesn’t seem to mind or take offense.

“I uh- I also want to be the dominant of a submissive and I honestly could never imagine doing that with Yoongi. I love him and I love our dynamic, my mind just won’t let me go there and trust me we’ve tried on multiple occasions. It just doesn’t work because even trying to get into that headspace, I want him to guide me and not the other way around.”

“So, I have two daddy dom’s on my hands here, huh? Not something I’m opposed to in the slightest, I love to be showered with attention and affection since my life lacks it otherwise. But what about my need to have control at times? Are you both going to allow me that freedom or am I expected to be the stereotypical twink that sits around all day waiting to be stuffed with ‘daddy’s’ dick? Cause let me tell you something right now, it’ll never happen. I am, who I am, all the time. I’ll submit to the right person, but I also crave control. Maybe not so often as either one of you, but I do have moments.” The honey-lock male easily confesses. He couldn’t imagine willingly giving up the desire to ‘top’ and exert his own dominance for the long haul. It’s not something he needs all the time, but to go from having that choice to not having one at all is not something he’d be able to adjust to.

“If you ever felt the desire to be the dominant in a scene, you are more than free to step into that role as long as you adapt to whoever you’re pursuing. Gguk likes harsh dominance when being dominated; I, on the other hand, will not respond well to it or even remotely react the same way. I prefer the softer side of dominance since I’m usually the one dominating, if you’re too harsh you’ll hit a wall, and no one will enjoy that.” The eldest informs.

“Makes sense.” The elder hums in agreement, “So, I’d be the submissive for you both and Yoongi will be the top dom? And if I’m going based off of both of your inputs, I’ll be under high protocol and most likely in a continuous dynamic with you two, yes?”

“Ideally, if you were comfortable enough. We do have certain expectations that would need to be followed regardless of the dynamic simply because of our everyday lives require you to be as safe as possible.” Jeongguk confirms.

“And if I’m frank, the one thing we can’t give each other is the 24/7 dynamic. It’s impossible, but if we had a third –which we hope will be you- we have that freedom to do as we please without lowering either of our integrity in front of our associates.” Yoongi states plainly.

At that point the conversation dies down, a silence falling among the trio as the couple wait for Jimin’s response to their proposal. Jimin quietly sits for a while, looking between the two men who are casually looking back at him with hopeful and expectant eyes. A certain fire begins to burn in the pit of his belly from the simple thought of being desired by these two very danger, influential, and important men. He’s no stranger to being the object of people’s physical affections, but this feels deeper and like it can be so much more than what he’s ever had. For that reason alone, he wants to jump headfirst to it all and scream yes to the top of his lungs in the middle of their posh restaurant. Really, he wants nothing more than to speed through all the first steps and skip to the happily ever after he’d been chasing for year, however, he knows it’s not that simple. The very small rational side is reeling him back a few steps and reminding him that this will need a little bit of time, even if it’s just a very minor amount.

He barely made amends with Jeongguk, and it would be unfair to accept a relationship with two people when he’s only sure about one’s affections. Without a doubt, he knows that he’s already head over hills for Yoongi even with the short amount of time it took to develop such intense feelings. He knows he found a soulmate when he found the eldest and he’ll be damned if he lets him go.

Then there’s Jeongguk who is a mystery to him, but something in those doe eyes is pulling him in and Jimin knows for a fact that if he’s not careful he’ll fall into an endless pit adoration for the younger. He too thinks he found another soulmate in him as well. But, behind those eyes there’s just a hint of uncertainty between them and with Jimin and it’s almost like he’s invading the ravenette’s safe space by joining.

So, instead of giving into his own desires of being wanted and cared for, he takes the selfless route and thinks of the couple sitting in front of him being so vulnerable. Jimin does the only thing he knows how to do in situations like this…

He stalls.

“How about we do this? All three of us causally date for a bit before we make any official labels or dive fully into this? I know you both are asking for this, but I can’t help but feel like I’m overstepping and I’m not too keen on the feeling. I don’t want to get attached and then it fails, because if I’m honest I feel everything fully and whole-heartedly. I fall hard and fast, so I need us all to be sure before we agree to anything.” The honey-brunette carefully presents the idea.

“Of course.”

“Yeah, sure.” Jeongguk answers after his boyfriend agrees. “But- I have a question.”

“Ask away, Bunny.”

“How did you know who we were and why doesn’t it seem like it bothers you?” He presses lightly.

“Well, there’s more than meets the eye when it comes to me and my past.” The elder smiles, “But, what can I say I live my life on the edge and what’s edger than dating two Mafia Kings? You don’t scare me with the power you hold, but you do hold my interest. I’ve never been a fan of ordinary, never really works out for me.” Jimin slightly jokes.

It’s in that moment that it becomes clear as day that Jimin became theirs in their mind. After that night, the honey-brunette was now know as the unfortunately lucky man who held the affections of AgustD and KB of The Devious Kings.

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Silence, that is what Jimin was met with the days following his night out with the two dangerous men. Complete and utter fucking silence. Days of no communication, whether that be phone calls or a simple text message and it’s almost like the two men fell off the face of the earth. Now, it’s not like he expected much to be different after the unconventional date, especially after asking them to keep things open and on a trial run for a starting point but he never anticipated radio silence.

He had already attempted on multiple occasions to contact both men via text and was left on read in both cases; neither men had bothered to respond. Something like that hit a different kind of nerve in the young librarian because that’s something he’s not accustomed to even in the slightest. The last time Jimin was outright ignored? Well, he can’t exactly pinpoint the exact last time someone decided to ghost him and make him look like a desperate fool. Come to think of it, that hasn’t happened since he was a sophomore in high school and barely coming into his fluffy cheeks and soft limbs. Back when he was just a cute kid who blended in with the shadows, before he decided he no longer wanted to be easily discarded.

That was the year he came into his own person, but it was also the time he fell in with the “wrong” crowd according to his peers and teachers alike. He never officially affiliated with any gangs or underground organizations, but where trouble was…. Jimin wasn’t too far away. It was a little difficult to balance school and wreaking havoc; once he made that adjustment, he was the “king” of commanding attention and having the people around him falling to their feet for his every whim. And, if anyone chose to challenge him, he’d gladly put them where he felt they belonged… on their knees. All while having public authorities fawning over him like the poster child of all things academic.

So, long story short, aside from his dealings with family he’s never had to deal with being blatantly ignored.

Now don’t get him wrong. He knows that maybe it’s a tad bit petty and childish to be so upset about two fucking Mafia Kings being unavailable, but it’s not something he can control. They’re probably pulling jobs and committing unspeakable crimes, but that doesn’t give them an excuse to ignore multiple attempts to be contacted -at least according to his standards. This was a matter of pride -his goddamn precious pride- when HE decided to reach out first and what can he say? He doesn’t respond well to being pushed aside.

So that brought the peeved male here, being searched as he gets ready to enter an overly crowded club looking as enticing as a plate of gold to a person stricken with poverty.

Tight black slacks, form fitting button up shirt with the first three left open to show off the silver chain, and a black silver studded upper body harness that crossed just across his abdomen. Of course, he’s never seen without his hands adorned in his many silver rings and costume jewelry diamonds.

He barely makes it into the Sinner’s Den for a total of five minutes, men and women are already flocking to him like a moth to an open flame. Jimin’s always found it funny how easily men would fall to his feet under the guise that they’re not interested in men, but they’d make an exception for him. It may peak his ego at their shamelessness, and he may enjoy exploiting that, but that’s a conversation for another day. Right now, he’s looking around with the hopes of finding some fun.

-

“You know what?! Fuck you Yoongi and that little bunny boy! How DARE you drag me into this fucking relationship- not so much a relationship, just to ignore me like some random fuck. I-” Jimin rambles into the intercom of his phone, talking loudly over the blaring music from the club as he openly rants to a voicemail.

“Damn, baby. With an ass like that I can’t see myself going home with anyone else tonight.” A man shouts over the loud music and directly into the honey-brunette’s ear, effectively stopping him mid-sentence as he winces and moves away from the painful sound.

“Do you not see this phone?” The agitated male quirks a brow at the interrupting party who’s sporting a charming smile.

“How about you ditch the phone and join me for a drink? I have a section and if the few seconds I overheard are any insight on how that call is going… I think I’m the better option.” The man confidently winks, while surveying the other’s body in obvious approval while nodding his head as if giving himself some sort of self-confirmation.

“I hope you heard all of that asshole! Fuck you both sideways with a double-spiked dildo, bitch!” With that Jimin ends the call with a satisfied hum, that’ll show them.

The brunette turns his attention back to the smiling man who looks like he might burst from the laugh he’s holding back. “Well, that escalated quickly.” He chuckles and it makes him look even more attractive than two seconds ago.

The nameless man is nothing short of pretty. He has a slender build, warm cream skin, deep brown eyes, and a refined jawline. Nothing compared to Jeongguk- Nope, stop. His outfit is simple enough; jeans and a black t-shirt, but it’s tied together with a very flashy black blazer. Admittedly, he’s charming enough with Jimin’s usual standards but he pales in comparison to the two men he’d rather be having a “night cap” with, but this willing soul will do. Mister nameless is quite easy on the eyes if the other does say so himself, but of course nameless guy doesn’t need to know that.

“What makes you think I’m interested? Hmn? Just because I used our little conversation in my message, doesn’t mean I want to go home with you buddy. It’s gonna take a lot more than a terrible pickup line to get in these jeans.” Jimin perks a brow, sipping casually away at his 6^th martini- courtesy of a lovely brunette and her group of friends down the bar. Apparently, it’s the sweet girl’s last night as a single woman and her bridesmaids deemed it necessary, she buys one last hot guy a drink. So free drinks have been sent his way all night and his wallet thanks them tremendously for it.

“How about you join me for a drink in my section?” The man proposes again. “If you’re not interested by the end of the night, I’ll back off. Besides if you really weren’t interested, you look like the type to tell me to fuck off just like whoever that Yoongi guy is.” He points out.

“Hm, as long as you know I’m not going to be the one bending over by the end of this exchange.” The honey-brunette casually whisper against the shell of the man’s ear, knowing damn well the bride-to-be has a better chance at being in his bed than this guy. Though he still can’t fight the smirk that graces his lips, at the shudder the taller man’s body gives. “Now, lead the way before I change my mind.”

Without further delay the brunette is carefully guiding the other through the club to a set of stairs that lead to the inner balcony sections that sit above the club. Jimin might be mildly impressed at the flashy show of wealth, seeing as these rooms alone cost thousands of dollars. When the man had said “section” he thought he was referring to one of the various tables scattered around the lower level that’s elegantly separated by velvet ropes. Those only have a couple hundred-dollar minimum to be seated there with the right amount of people to fill the space. It’s clear either this man has money or he’s friends with people who have money.

When Jimin is finally seated comfortably on one of the plush lounge chairs, he instantly takes note of the men and women scattered around the room. All the men are sporting some version of business casual, while the girls look like your average party goers. Nothing really would appear to be out of the ordinary to a regular observer, but he’s seen more than one of these men strapped with a gun tucked under their shirts, in a discreet manner but each raise of their arm or slight ruffle of their coats and blazers and you can see the slightest glint of the sleek firearm.

“So, what’s your name?” The man who brought the other up asks, while sliding over a drink that somehow has already been prepared when the honey-locked male wasn’t looking, Jimin suspiciously eyes the glass. Definitely not drinking that.

“What’s yours? You brought me all this way and didn’t even give yourself a proper introduction.” Jimin counters, while raking a hand through his honey brown locks, “That’s terrible manners.”

The taller laughs, “Manners in a nightclub? I think you’re in the wrong place.”

All the addressed male does is hum quietly, “Maybe so, but I’m not fond of repeating myself or introducing myself to people who feel the need to be vague for no apparent reason.”

“How about we skip the formalities? After tonight the chances that we run into each other again for it to matter is slim to none.” He offers.

“Hmn, why complicate a good thing, huh?” Jimin jokes with an eyeroll. “So, what is it that you do that grants you this luxury? Private rooms are very expensive and judging by your attire… I take it as corporate is out of the question.”

Said male chuckles heartily, “You could say that.”

The other hums thoughtfully, “Well-” Jimin starts only for his phone to start ringing.

Well, shit. Looks like someone got the voicemail. When the call finally ends, he sees that his phone has been hit with a ton of text messages from Yoongi. All ranging from the occasional threat to his life, asking if the other is crazy, threatening the other’s lovely acquaintance’s mere existence, and the other’s all-time favorite would be the “answer your goddamn phone, Jimin”. Seems like someone is getting a taste of their own medicine… well in retrospect. And while any sane person would probably run for the hills, Jimin can’t help the cheeky smile that takes over his face as he sends a cheeky response.

No. (:

“For someone who talks about ill manners, you sure are glued to that phone. I thought we were supposed to be having a good time tonight.”

Jimin’s eyes don’t even lift from the phone that is currently lighting up again with Yoongi’s name. “Well, I came for the free drinks. YOU brought me up here with intentions of being lucky enough to be fucked senseless into next week, but I’m not too sure if my soon to be boyfriends would like that very much if these texts are anything to go by.” He nonchalantly responds, seeing a message from Jeongguk pop up next with a rather smooth “try it”.

Before the other can even formulate a response, a familiar voice snaps the honey-brunette’s attention away from the male who is slowly starting to work his last nerve with his overzealous attitude. If it weren’t for the deliciously familiar low voice of a certain ravenette, Jimin would be long gone.

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Jimin finds himself being stared down by a more than agitated ravenette. There’s a thick silence hanging between the pair as he watches how the dark eyes look to the nameless man who is entirely too close to the young librarian for ‘friendly’ standards. If looks alone could kill, Jimin’s pretty sure the preparations for his funeral would have been made within the first two seconds it took to be recognized.

“Clear out the room, there’s something I need to discuss with you before tomorrow’s assignments are given.” The one and only Jeongguk announces to the room of guest, making the elder’s insides tingle at the slight authoritative tone. It definitely isn’t dripping in dominance at the moment, but it’s the underlined anticipation of what’s to come that makes him sit up just a tad bit straighter in hopes of seeing the man in action.

Not once does the younger take his eyes off of Jimin. A vivid replay of the very colorful voicemail and conversation of going home with another person, taunting the young heir as he glares holes into the other’s challenging gaze. Of course, the young ravenette is pissed to see his Jimin cozy with one of his subordinates… if he could just wipe all traces of that teasing glint in the other’s eyes away, he’d gladly deal with the elder. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have the patience or time to deal with the elder’s shit.

Though to both men’s surprise, only a few men take heed to the command and usher their guests out of the lounge and seat themselves properly to give their undivided attention. However, the bulk of men still have women in their laps and continue talking as if no one spoke a word. Then to add to the mess, at some point the mystery dude slithered his arm around Jimin’s waist to keep him seated. Completely unaware of the way his ‘boss’ is looking at said male like he wants to simultaneously rip his throat out and claim him in front of the unsuspected audience.

Jimin simply rolls his eyes at the action, but lets it slide for the time being, too invested in the way Jeongguk’s doe eyes narrow at the action. He wouldn’t be going anywhere even if that statement WAS directed directly at him, especially when one of the two men he’s been chasing after is standing not but 6 feet away from him.

“I just gave you all an order. Why are you not complying?” Jeongguk asks again with a firm look on his face, though Jimin can see the underlined embarrassment and insecurity at these fools’ obvious display of disrespect. It’s nothing that can outright be noticed, but Jimin prides himself in watching people’s micro-expressions and the younger is now taking a more closed-off stance and his voice slightly wavered from its initial fire.

Something deep in the elder’s spirit is unsettled by the lost look in those doe eyes that should be blazing with an insatiable fire.

“Ah, KB give us a break. Hope isn’t here so why do we need to discuss anything? If it were important, he’d be here, or he would’ve sent AgustD to relay the message.” The man holding onto the elder’s hip, seemingly oblivious to the way the body tenses and the absolute rage seeping into Jimin’s darkening eyes at the blatant disrespect.

Jeongguk whips his head in the direction of the voice. “Hayden.”

“I mean come on, we get it you’re the charity case of Hope but that doesn’t mean you get to come in here and start demanding shit when last time I checked you have no actual authority.” The man now known as Hayden taunts with a stupid smirk that screams defiance. Jimin immediately side-eyes the smirking male, wanting to do nothing more than to rip his face to shreds, but he doesn’t. No, he sits and waits for Jeongguk to tear him apart himself.

At the mocking words the room goes silent. The men who previously brushed off the heir’s requests are now sending their company out of the room in a rushed manner. Everyone, except Hayden, is suddenly trying to avoid being linked to any signs of defiance or verbal slander the arrogant brunette is spewing at the young heir. Whether the others are doing it out of fear that their boss will find out or genuine respect for the raven-haired male, is beyond Jimin at this point.

Though, anyone with a brain can be more than positive the events from today will definitely reach back to the top, if the uncomfortable faces of the first few men that actually seem to follow the heir without question possess. No matter the circumstance, the general consensus of the room reads that it’s best to just follow along.

If you asked Jimin, there shouldn’t even be any second guessing. If not for any other principle than it’s their big boss’s heir that’s speaking, by nature making HIM their BOSS. Everyone should be on their knees awaiting their next order and goddamn it that’s exactly where Jimin wants them right now.

Finally having enough, he goes to stand, not to leave the room but to make his way to Jeongguk who’s been glaring in his direction since he first spotted the other sitting smugly on the lounge chair. The only time his eyes left the elder was when his attention was directed at the man next to the librarian. But of course, the clueless soul tightens his grip around Jimin’s hip in order to keep him seated. “Don’t worry about him, baby. He holds no powers, just a little boy trying to fill big boy shoes. Isn’t that right, KB?” The brunette taunts, in a condescending tone.

That’s the last straw for Jimin and starting that very moment he only has one goal. ‘If Bunny won’t come out on his own, then I’ll have to poke until he’s ready to pounce.’

All should cower when Bunny growls and these men will be the first to learn that lesson.

“Bunny… Baby, is this how you let people talk to you?” Jimin quirks a furrowed brow with the slightest condescending tone when uttering the ‘endearment’, being sure to make a show of yanking the other’s arms from around his waist. “Your own people? You’re telling me the KB that has the underworld quake just at the mere mention of his name, allows someone not even fit enough to lick his boots, to talk shit to him? You’re really allowing these mother fuckers to disrespect the heir to the fucking throne?”

“What the fuck?” Hayden exclaims, grabbing at the shorter’s arm harshly in what can only be assumed as his way of trying to silence the male’s rant. A rant that will fuel a fire no one in attendance is quite ready or equipped to face. What he doesn’t expect is the elbow that harshly connects with his sternum, causing him to let go of Jimin’s arm in favor of clutching his aching chest as he struggles to breathe.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” The ravenette harshly spits before slowly standing up and making his way to the stunned mafia heir, who has a slight impressed look on his face. Like watching Jimin physically rid himself of Hayden’s hands somehow has put him in a better mood. However, Jimin’s mocking tone and choice to address him in front of his men that barely have any decency towards him as is dims the moment for him entirely. “Now, where’s the Bunny that was willing to snap my neck in that alley for simply touching what was his? Hm? I want that crazed man. Right. Fucking. Now.” Jimin continues to poke, now standing barely a foot away.

“Jimin…” Jeongguk warns.

“Bunny…” Jimin retorts without care.

“This isn’t the fucking time.” The dark-haired taller growls lowly. The room is oddly silent as the men in the room watch the encounter between the two closely. No one is quite sure who this is or how he knows the other, but everyone sits frozen with bated breath.

“Oh? It’s not time for me to call you out on being too fucking lenient on these poor excuses of men, got it baby. When exactly will the correct time be, Bunny? I can wait.” The shorter jests, crossing his arms as he eyes the taller with a half-hearted glare.

“Jimin, I’m warning you… shut your fucking mouth.” Jeongguk grits, stepping those last couple steps in front of the elder sending a look so cold the surrounding men shiver from observing the gesture alone. Everyone is sure the other will back down, but Jimin merely smiles.

The shorter hums quietly, “Make me.”

At this all of tonight’s events hit Jeongguk at once. The voicemail starts playing in his head, hearing Jimin not only disrespect them indirectly through a messaging system but the added audacity that the smug younger actually went to a private space with the man on the voicemail sends another spark of annoyance.

He might be able to move past it if it weren’t for right now, where Jimin is pressing buttons, he has no business pushing. Not only does he have to deal with the disrespect from the men around him, but he also has to deal with his smug smart mouth bratty ‘pending’ lover down talking him IN FRONT of the same men.

The two stare at each other for no longer than a minute. But within that span of 60 seconds, Jeongguk feels his temper escalate like a slow burn crawling towards the fingertips of his flesh and scorching every nerve ending to the soles of his feet, until finally he snaps, holding his vexing beloved at gunpoint. Only to see a look of unfiltered bliss in Jimin’s blown pupils, unknowing to him the presence of the gun only brings a reminder of their first encounter.

"What's the matter, pup? Hmm?! Where'd all that confidence go?" Jeongguk smirks mockingly, pressing himself further into the shorter. "You think you can touch what's mine and live to talk about it?" He growls, tightening his grip.

The night where he fought, tooth and nail over a certain silver haired beauty. The time where Jeongguk was at his most primal state…

"How fucking dare you! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!" Jeongguk screams in Jimin’s face.

The honey-brunette can’t deny that the loud outburst causes his body to jolt in shock, knees going a little weak. The taller’s eyes are burning into him with a madness that sends a shiver down his spine, making him want to drop the confident mask as his confidence slightly falters. It’s not just the subtle sense of fear in the back of his mind, but the fire that is starting to pool in his stomach at the helplessness of it all. He knows he should be scared shitless, but that only turns him on more. "A really attractive man with a hot boyfriend and a bad temper." Jimin smirks, leaning forward lightly running his tongue over the taller’s bottom lip.

When Bunny was out to play and Jimin was the object of his attention. The very night he was held at gunpoint and nearly felt his heart seize in his chest, but tonight is different… Instead of cowering away from the cold steel in fear, the elder shifts the barrel of the gun from his jaw to his plush lips. He looks directly in those familiar crazed eyes while kissing the barrel of the gun with a wink. “There you are, Bunny.”

With a soft peck to the taller’s jaw, Jimin relieves his adored Bunny of his gun to aim it at tonight’s main offender: Mr. Unfortunate Hayden who shrieks and scrambles backward on the nearest couch. “You gave these assholes an ORDER, not a request, not a suggestion. Right, Bunny? A fucking command and maybe four out of the fifteen people in his room obeyed? Do you think that’s acceptable?” Jimin pushes, marveling in the way the hint of insecurity fizzles out. Now, it’s replaced with something much more sinister as Jeongguk admires the way Jimin stands with so much confidence and power against him. “Does Hope... or AgustD find that shit acceptable? Baby… do you think I find this acceptable?” The elder tsks.

“KB don’t listen to this back-alley trash! He doesn’t know shit about the hierarchy here. He’s just a dumb bitch, meddling in shit he has no business in. Kick him the fuck out!!” The choking male splutters, glaring daggers into the uncaring ravenette’s back. Jimin trusts enough that Jeongguk would at least warn him if he was in danger, so he keeps his eyes locked on the younger.

“Kill him… or I will.” Jimin challenges, raising a single brow with a crooked smile, clicking off the safety.

At that, all hell breaks loose in the room. Men mumbling their agreeance with Jimin’s claims, while others try and shut everyone up not wanting to further escalate the situation, and then you have the ones who are ready to wring Jimin’s neck for ‘speaking out of line’.

“Wait!!”
“He has a point, but who even is this guy?”
“Who cares who he is, he has no fucking right to talk about us!”
“Hope is going to be pissed if he finds out about this…”
“He didn’t lie though… AD would have our heads.”
“So will Hope…”
“We are so fucked.”

“Bunny, I think your men need a reminder of how dangerous you really are and why even they should tremble in your presence.” Jimin smirks at the clear shift in the young heir’s posture.

“KB, you can’t be really listening to him!” Hayden tries again.

“Shut the fuck up!” Jeongguk growls, effectively silencing the whole room. All of their eyes are wide and showing the early traces of fear. Jimin is smiling like a swooning lovestruck puppy as the young heir takes the gun back, wrapping an arm around the elder’s waist. “I am so fucking tired of hearing your goddamn voices!”

The young heir pulls out his cellphone while everyone sits in a suspended silence. As the line rings, Jeongguk places a kiss on the shorter’s temple. A light brush of the lips, but it sends shivers and sparks down to Jimin’s core. “On a scale 1- 10, how upset would you be if I killed the men you sent to my club?”

There’s a beat of silence, the air around the room thickens to an almost suffocating level. “Mn, out of the group you sent me... I only think- wait hold on.”

Jeongguk then turns to Jimin, “You said it was about four people, right babe?”

“Yeah, those three on that couch and the one that walked in with you. If I remember correctly, they were also the only ones who didn’t start complaining and talking shit a second ago.” The older of the two answers dutifully, loving the way the men in the room start to pale.

“Okay, I’m back. Only four men are walking out of here unharmed.” He blandly states. “No, I’m not asking. Yep, gonna do it regardless. Sure, one sec.”

The phone is put on speaker for everyone to hear. “Go ahead.”

A rich voice thrums through the room, a slight hint of amusement underneath the demanding tone. “You disrespected my son, pay the fucking price. Anyone who is fortunate enough to survive tonight, will be demoted and you can explain to your families why you’re losing your housing. Have fun, Gem.” Then the line clicks.

“So, Bunny… do I get a front row seat?” Jimin sweetly asks, batting his eyelashes like he’s begging for a seat at a greatly anticipated movie premiere and not the gory murder of a group of men. Almost as if he hadn’t practically sentenced these men to their own demise, poking at the beast until he decided to show his face. His terrifying, irresistible face… because like Jimin said before, all should tremble when Bunny growls.

Jeongguk turns to the elder and smiles, “Oh no, pup, you’re helping me.”

The glint that the ravenette sees light up in Jimin’s eyes is enough to know Yoongi might have found him a match made in a hellish place. Ignoring the pleads and obnoxious sobs, he grips the shorter’s neck in a firm hold. “You know, I surely hope you accept our offer… I think I’m quite fond of you, pup.”

Jimin closes his eyes, leaning into the pressing hold. “Mn, I think I’m quite fond of you too, Bunny.”

The two lock eyes and it’s like all the noise disappears. They slowly move in until they’re a single breath away, waiting for one another to make the move. It’s their own game of cat and mouse, except there’s no defined role -at least to the public. Jimin definitely admits to being the mouse in the equation, but it’s exhilarating to be a part of the chase. “So, are you gonna kiss me or just stare at my handsome face? Cause if you won’t, I’m sure Hayden would like one last kiss before he goes.”

“You’re gonna get yourself in trouble if you keep running that pretty mouth of yours.” Jeongguk threatens with a menacing smile though his eyes show nothing but amusement. “It’s going to be so fun breaking you.” He lowly laughs, tightening his grip just a tad.

The elder leans forward, taking the younger’s bottom lip between his teeth and pulling just enough to cause a light sting. Licking at the reddening flesh, “Try it, baby.” With that the two men are instantly locked at the lips, sharing an intense soul snatching kiss. There’s hair pulling, tongues clashing, and harsh nipping to the point Jimin thinks he tastes the tang of blood mixing with their sweet natural flavors.

Jimin is the first to pull away and from that moment on, he knows he’s fucked. What kind of person would feel secure in the hands of a man who’s name alone strikes fear in the vilest people? The answer is the one who practically has hearts in his eyes as the younger keeps his hand on his throat and shoots his first shot at one of the crying men.

“Let’s play now, puppy.”

Chapter Text

“Just tell me what to do.” Jimin responds sweetly, though the fire in his eyes translates into something deliciously wicked. Jeongguk feels a pleasant warmth creep up his spine as the elder looks up to him with blown puppy-like eyes as he waits for the younger’s next words. Waiting for his command before even moving an inch from his spot pressed against his chest. It sends a shiver through his body as he tightens his grip on the shorter’s throat with a newfound enjoyment as he’s rewarded with a pleasant hum from the other.

It’s almost as if the young heir has the other hanging onto his every word, his every move, his every breath. That in itself is an exhilarating rush, fueling a side that usually lays dormant but is now clawing its way to the surface. The little puppy before him poked and prodded at the taller’s inner beast until he finally reared his head. Instead of cowering like any other person would in the presence of an unhinged character, he simply nuzzled in further. His little puppy wanted Bunny and now he’s out to play.

Jeongguk slowly trails his hand from the length of his neck in favor of taking the shorter’s chin in his hand firmly, “You can start with fixing me a drink. I think we’ll be here for a while.”

“A drink? There’s literally a group of whimpering bitches sitting not but 6 feet away from us and you want me to make you a drink? I thought we were going to play Bunny, but it seems like you just want to play games.” Jimin rolls his eyes with a huff, pulling away from the ravenette. He makes all this fuss, yet he doesn’t really move more than a step away with a glare that holds all the heat of a blizzard.

Jimin’s pushing the younger and the heir is fully aware.

Jeongguk perks a brow and lets out a low chuckle, with a tilt of his head as he closes the distance yet again with a firmer look. “Pup, I just told you what you can do for me. If you can’t follow simple instructions like making me a drink, do you really think that you deserve the privilege of ‘playing’ with Bunny?” He levels the other with a glare. “Go home.”

The elder sputters stupidly, “Wait- what?”

“You heard me. Go home. I don’t have time for disobedient puppies when I already have to deal with the annoyance of my men.” The young heir presses. Completely aware of the shock the elder must be feeling at being dismissed so easily. He has no problem knocking the overly confident elder down a peg or two in his presence. They aren’t on equal ground, and they never will be. Jimin would do best to learn that now.

“You wouldn’t even be doing anything about it if it weren’t for me.” The elder grits, hands balling up into fists.

The ravenette just shrugs, sitting in the lounge chair that overlooks the rest of the men who are watching the encounter with bated breath. “Maybe not, but now that I am you can leave. Oh, and don’t think you’re off the hook for that voicemail either, sweetheart.”

The young heir still has a bitter taste in his mouth from the blatant disrespect the other voiced during that uncalled for voicemail. He remembers the way Yoongi’s eyes had darken to a tar color at hearing the way the man addressed him. He remembers the way they both had immediately decided to disembowel whoever laid a finger on him tonight, despite not knowing where the mouthy male was. That anger still burns hot under his collar and disobedience only heightens that feeling.

“But… Bunny.” Jimin pouts, obviously trying to appeal to the other’s soft spot for his puppy eyes. Jeongguk knows deep down the shorter would rather push until he got his way, but they both know his desired method would only result in trouble. Though the heir gives the little puppy silent praise for maintaining his identity thus far in their encounter. It appears that even if Jimin can be reckless with his words and shameless with his actions, he knows where that unspoken line is drawn beyond the “play”.

He didn’t even know the infamous heir’s name until their first physical encounter, he has no right to assume these asshats know. The fact that he seems to acknowledge that on his own, gives the younger a glimmer of trust in the other. No matter how far they’ve gone, not once did Jimin call out his actual name.

As the shorter tries to pull the ‘cute’ look, the ravenette simply sits and looks at the other with a perked brow. Unmoved. Jimin tries for a final time calling out a sweet ‘Bunny’, but when he gets no response other than a blank stare, he rolls his eyes. But even with the obvious display of annoyance, he walks over to the displayed bottles of liquor to pour a glass of Bourbon for the man he wants to ‘play’ with tonight.

He makes sure to find the heir’s eyes to wordlessly ask for his guidance. The smaller dark-haired male motions to the ice and only after receiving a subtle nod does he drop in a few cubes of ice in the glass. Jimin then saunters towards the seated male with a soft smile that actually makes the ravenette’s mind whirl and his heart stutter. The feeling is only intensified by the elder carefully sliding into Jeongguk’s lap to offer said drink with a faux pout on his luscious lips that he wouldn’t mind tasting again. “Can we play now, Bunny?”

The room is filled with a thickening tension that’s only seeming to increase as the two communicate through only their dark eyes. The only sound above the low hum of music spilling in from the club booming downstairs is the groaning and whimpering from the man nursing his bleeding arm. All of the other men are sitting unnaturally still, like frozen statues with wide, terrified eyes. Jeongguk glares at each and every one of his men with a smug Jimin perched on his lap like he’s royalty.

That’s an idea. If the elder plays his card right, he and Yoongi just might make the daring man royalty in the darkest parts of the word. Their prince amongst his two Kings. That’s a thought he’ll store away for later, for now he has a squirming pup ready to shed the most beautiful shade of crimson all over the polished floors. The heir sips his drink nonchalantly like he didn’t just shoot a man in the shoulder less than ten minutes ago, despite the smirk on the elder’s lips as he eyes the quivering men with delight.

Gods, where did Yoongi find this little devil? Jeongguk might’ve disliked the male at first glance, but now he’s proving to be a very intriguing partner and the younger doesn’t think he’ll be letting him go anytime soon.

“Alright, pup. Start with Hayden.”

Jimin turns to the young heir and plants a sweet kiss on his lips before getting up and approaching the now pleading man. If Jeongguk had to describe the satisfaction that forms in his chest as he watches the elder pick up the nearest object, which happens to be an empty glass bottle to smash across Hayden’s sickening face, he’s categorized it as otherworldly. The way the other’s pupils dilate to a black pool of sadist enjoyment, makes something feral inside him purr with content.

Blood cascades down the face of the elder’s prey as he stalks over to the body knocked nearly unconscious from the force used to shatter the thick glass. He easily towers over the limp body before turning to the heir with wild eyes. “What do you want me to do, Bunny?”

Jeongguk perks a brow at the way the other smiles wickedly, while maintaining a sweet melody to his voice. “Oh, puppy what do you want to do? Since you’re being such a polite pup, I’ll let you choose.” He smirks as the elder’s smile widens manically.

“Well, I think since this piece of shit talked the most shit, that you should cut out his tongue so he can never speak again. I think he’d be a much more appealing man if he were mute.” The shorter jests, nodding his head at his own words.

Jeongguk just laughs, throwing his head back as his amusement bellows throughout the private lounge. “I knew you’d have the best ideas. I could tell just by the way you lit up when I grabbed that throat of yours. How about you hold him down while I remove the scum of his tongue?”

The heir completely ignores the way his subordinates visibly pale, the way the color just drains from their skin is a beautiful feat by his definition. This is something he always tries to prevent, he tries to be nice to the men in his makeshift family he has in the ranks of the Mafia, but it’s evidently clear that he needs to extend them the same courtesy he would to a stranger or a rival. Whereas he tends to hide KB away until needed, Jimin is offering him the chance to unleash all the pent-up rage. He sees it in the way he holds eye contact with him as he pulls out his favorite pocketknife that August D gifted him after his first kill.

The heir finds himself lost in a haze as Jimin sits atop Hayden’s flailing arms and holds his head still while pinching the thrashing male’s nose. Just the perfect little helper even as he spews the vilest words in the wake of the screams. “How’s that feel you insolent asshole? Hmn, you worthless piece of shit. How does it feel to know you’ll never mutter a single word again?”

Jimin lands a brutal blow to the man’s nose after Hayden attempted to bite the heir in hopes of saving himself from the viscous assault to his tongue. Blood gushes from the surely broken nose like it’s a red sea pouring out of the screaming man. KB moves the sharp end of the beautifully engraved blade to the center of his cream-colored cheek. “Hayden… if you even think of biting me again, I will extract every last tooth from your mouth before I even THINK about cutting out your slimy tongue. Am I understood?”

Hayden just cries which only earns him another blow to his face from a seething Jimin. “He asked you fucking question!!” He only continues to sob and scream, begging for one of the many men sitting on the couches to help. However not a single soul moves to busy watching in horror as the two men pick the poor man apart.

Jeongguk tsks loudly before digging the sharp knife into the man’s cheek deep enough to graze the bone. “Am I fucking understood?!!” He screams at the other who quickly shouts ‘yes’ as the heir continues to drag the knife down his face as if he were slicing bread. It’s a feeling that can’t be described as he watches the ways the blood mixes with the salty tears running down the jagged surface.

Jimin then pats Hayden’s fresh wound with enough force to be consider a slap, mockingly cooing. “Such a good boy, Hayden. Such a good little bitch.”

With that he assumes the immobilizing position as he continues to berate the man that insulted the heir as if he were personally attack by the string of words and small jabs to his title. Jeongguk may have his doubts when it comes to letting new people into his life, but the way this single man can match his own dark aura excites him to no end.

After toying with the man for the expansion of 15 minutes, Jeongguk finally gets bored of the same sobbing and thrashing so he pulls the other’s tongue out as far as he can before he brings his blade to the strained muscle. Tears flood the groaning man’s eyes as he hopelessly endures the way the young heir takes his time in slicing the through the layers of muscle. Blood begins to pool in the agonized man’s mouth and for a second, he wonders if he’ll die from choking but continues his ministrations until it’s hanging on by a single thread of fragile muscle.

He thinks of toying with the man a bit more, but Jimin has other plans as he rips the remaining tissue from the other’s mouth with a frustrated groan. “I’m bored of him; can we do something else now?”

After ridding Hayden of the pink muscle that once resided in his useless mouth, Jeongguk lowers himself to be a mere inch away from the tongueless male. “You’re lucky he only wanted your tongue. I would have gutted your eyes and cut off your hands for even thinking about laying your filthy hands on what is MINE.” KB growls into the sobbing man’s ear, just low enough to be missed by Jimin’s ears.

“Now, pup. What to do with the rest of them?” KB looks to the blood splattered elder who runs a hand through his hair as he smirks up at the other.

“How do you feel about carving your initials into their skin?” He tilts his head and KB couldn’t be more infatuated. “Let’s do their face. It’ll be a message to everyone then.”

KB can’t help the smile he shares with the elder. “Okay, puppy, let’s have some fun.”

-

After the two thoroughly remind all of the men in attendance just who they’re working for, Jeongguk ushers Jimin out of the club’s side entrance to the waiting luxury black SUV with dark tinted windows. The elder raises an eyebrow when he’s guided to the backseat instead of the front passenger side. “Oh? Is the infamous KB going to chauffeur me around?”

The younger merely rolls his eyes and lands a firm smack on the other’s ass. “Get in the car.” He says, before climbing in on the opposite side where a driver sits quietly awaiting his orders. “We’re dropping Jimin off at his apartment, I already sent the address.”

“Yes, Sir.” With that the car is on route.

The doting pair sit in the back, listening to the low hum of the engine as the driver silently maneuvers through the nightly traffic. Jeongguk adjusts the sleeves of his shirt rolling them up to his elbows, huffing at the blood staining his favorite white shirt. He’s always been the type to play with his prey for the night, enjoying the way blood gushes and pools from the various ways he inflicts his wrath on the unfortunate souls. However, the red splotches staining his clothing makes his skin crawl with agitation, but the moment Jimin lays his head on the heir’s shoulder all of that dissolve.

He finds it odd that in a span of a minute this man very man can awake a beast that he thought only Yoongi was able to invoke within him. Jimin burns just as hot as he does, and that fact alone stirs an interest that was never there before. Yoongi continued to tell him how much he thought the young librarian would fit perfectly in their unique dynamic, but tonight definitely opened his eyes.

The tired elder can go from hot and devious to sweet and mouthy. It’s a beautiful combination if the young heir is completely honest and he can only hope the other feels the same.

“Gguk, I’m hungry.” Jimin yawns, checking his phone for the first time since before he had the joy of mutilating Hayden with the ever-vicious KB. That’s an experience that will stick with him for the rest of his life and as gruesome as the night was, the elder can only hope it won’t be the last time. A deep-rooted seed was uncovered today and he’s not too sure he wants to let that go.

He buries that ounce of insecurity away and just focuses on the now. Jimin is known to get ahead of himself and dive headfirst in things that feel exhilarating and good to him, but with the two ghosting him so soon after their date he has to be cautious. So, turning his attention back to his phone he can’t help the wide grin that spreads from ear to ear like a giddy toddler.

There are countless messages and missed calls from none other than the silver-haired beauty, the man who started it all, Mr. Agust D himself. The multiple spews of threats and demands to answer the phone light up his screen like it’s Christmas. It’s fun to see the man who desires to be his soft Daddy Dom, get riled up so easily from a little playful voicemail. The colorful use of curses and death threats to the man the elder heard on the message is damn right comical.

Jimin can’t help but let out at a laugh when reading the long list of promises the elder gives, ranging from bending him over his knee to ripping whoever he’s with limb from limb in front of him. The silver beauty is clearly not a fan of being ignored. Though, in his very own fashion Jimin sends a ‘good luck with that’ followed by a selfie of the two nuzzling in the back seat.

“Jeongguk, smile for the camera!” Jimin yells, already winking and holding up a peace sign in front of his eye with blood stains covering his hand like a second skin. Jeongguk merely takes his attention from his phone to look up to the camera. He quirks a brow at the smiling elder, finding his own lips curling up into a smile at the obvious display of happiness spread across the other’s face.

“Who am I smiling for?” Jeongguk questions, while Jimin still snaps the photo.

Jimin beams at the younger before grinning wildly and typing another message to the raging silver-haired male. Then before he can even put the phone away, the other has already read the message and is sending another string of responses.

“For our lovely Yoongi.” He sighs dreamily. “He just threatened to disembowel the person who was ‘all so deserving’ of my attention. You know since we spent the last hour pretty occupied and all. So, he figured I was already in bed with little Hayden. I told him good luck since I was sitting with the most dangerous man in the country.” Jimin shrugs. “Figured I’d send a picture of the man he was threatening.”

Jeongguk just shakes his head lightheartedly, running a hand down the elder’s thigh unconsciously. Jimin leans further into the younger’s side, making the ravenette rest his arm around his shoulder. “Can we pleeease stop and get some food? I’m going to die of starvation if you don’t feed me before you send me home. Matter of fact, excuse me! SIR!! Can you please stop at the nearest Mexican food place?” The elder directs the driver, who looks into the rearview mirror for confirmation from his boss.

“Mr. Jung is that what you want me to do?” The driver asks, while eyeing the road and the ravenette leaning comfortably in the back of the SUV.

“Please, Bunny?” The elder whispers against the younger’s neck, where he lightly nibbles the blood-stained skin. The ravenette groans at the sweet sensation.

“Whatever, he wants.” Jeongguk shrugs, with his eyes closed. “By the way, Yoongi is actually really pissed at that voicemail. You’ll be lucky to survive the night without a punishment from him.” The heir directs at the elder who is insistently nibbling the slowly bruising flesh. However, those words halt the addicting sensation.

“He can’t punish me, I’m not his to punish. Neither of you are my boyfriend.” Jimin smugly says with crossed arms. His belly grumbling as he anxiously watches the driver switch routes from his lonely apartment to the one that leads to the best taco spot in town. He can almost taste the carne asada melting on his tongue at the mere thought of it.

“When you agreed to dating us, you voided that statement. By our standard, you’re ours until it’s decided otherwise, pup.” Jeongguk remarks.

“Since when was that the deal?” Jimin asks, eyeing the younger who now is looking at him with tired eyes. This is obviously something he didn’t expect to explain, simply assuming the librarian had enough common sense to figure it out on his own.

“Since the moment you walked out of that restaurant, baby. Don’t think because we agreed to not be “official” that that means you get to walk around like you’re single. That’s not how this works and that’s the quickest way to leave a trail of bodies around Seoul in your honor.” Jeongguk shakes his head.

“You think I’m crazy? Ha! Yoongi is a whole other demon to fuck with. He’s probably killed more people than I have when it comes to jealousy. Hell, he’d gauge out someone’s eyes just for looking at me the wrong way. Don’t try it. You won’t win.” The younger says seriously. “We’re not good at sharing. You’re the only exception to that shit and we’ll be damned if anyone gets even a tiny taste of what we have.”

Jimin raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he huffs out a laugh. “For two people who are so possessive, you’d think ONE of you could manage to text me back. You can ghost me, but I can’t find enjoyment elsewhere? The fucking audacity.”

At this the younger rolls his eyes at the sarcastic male. With all that him and Yoongi do for the Mafia the last thing on their minds is to check their phones to text the other. It’s nothing personal, but at the end of the day they still have their obligations. “Jimin. I really hate to be the one to break it to you but being in a Mafia doesn’t mean free time up the ass to do whatever we want. I’m the fucking heir to the throne and Yoongi is the righthand man to the ‘King’. We have shit to do. We like you. We see your messages. When we have the time, we’ll get to you.”

“That doesn’t work for me.” Jimin says barely above a whisper. Jeongguk can barely hear it, but his close proximity grants him the opportunity to. The elder’s voice barely shakes in hopes of keeping up the confident personality even if there’s a small ounce of insecurity seeping into his very being.

The younger perks up at the subtle switch in the elder’s posture. Where he once was leaning into his side, he now has pulled away with a certain tension pulsating off of the elder. “Well, what would?” Jeongguk asks with a questioning gaze.

“One of you could at least call me or something to show you’re interested.” Jimin begins, looking out the car window to feen nonchalance. “I don’t like being left in the wind like a useless piece of trash. If you guys want me there should be no question in my mind that you guys do. Otherwise, I might just get bored. I mean there are plenty Hayden’s and pretty women who would gladly entertain me. Got it, Jeongguk?  I’m not yours or Yoongi’s yet. You better work for it.”

Only then does the elder turn his attention back to the other in the car with a look that reads nothing short of a challenge. “Mafia Kings or not, I will walk away like you’re nothing if this shit happens again. You got me?”

Silence looms over the two seated right next to each other, even though it feels like they’re worlds apart. Jimin wants to be doted on and to feel the weight of the couple’s affections. Jeongguk is trying to piece together how to give the elder what he wants. If he’s honest, his relationship with Yoongi just came together from being around each other for so long. To both of them, this is uncharted territory. Both are confused as to what they are to do.

The tension between them grew.

Luckily for the two of them the car stops not long after. “Mr. Jung we’ve arrived.”

Jimin is the first to get out the car brushing off the awkward tension and falling back into the giddiness that came with the aroma of fresh food. Jeongguk is quick to catch up, making the effort to grab the elder’s hand to give even a small ounce of affection in the wake of their conversation. That in itself puts a smile on Jimin’s face, especially when he looks to the younger and he looks unsure and hesitant of his actions. All it takes is a squeeze of the other’s hand and Jeongguk straightens up with his usual air of confidence.

With that, they walk into the restaurant with matching smiles. As they walk to the counter the confident pair catch the attention of all the patrons of the establishment. What once was a bustling and loud room, falls into an utter silence in the presence of the two. However, the blood splattered males show no signs of noticing or even caring for the way the others look on in horror.

The red tinted skin and clothing has everyone adverting their eyes with a quickness that is hilarious to the younger of the two, though Jimin is too enamored with the woman at the register to join in the other’s enjoyment. The woman taking their order at the counter has wide eyes and her voice shakes more than a quake, but she has so much beauty.

The nervous woman shakes like a leaf as she stands behind the register, like it’s her only barrier between the dangerous men. Her blue eyes are as wide as saucers as she takes in the bloodied males who nonchalantly look over the menu. “H-How can I help you?”

Jimin is the first to pipe up, eagerly leaning on the counter. "Mn, I think I’ll take a..." He contemplates before turning to Jeongguk with a mischievous glance. "You're paying, right Daddy?"

If Jimin got nothing else out of the question it was the joy of watching the other’s face go from embarrassment to shock to playful annoyance. Jeongguk shakes his head at the sudden address and simply plays along. "Anything you want, pup."

“Oh, I think you’re becoming my favorite.” The elder jokes before turning back to the unnerved cashier. “Okay beautiful, I’ll take the street taco platter and one carne-asada burrito with the sauce in the burrito.”

"Okay... and for you, s-sir?" She shakily asks the young male that practically towers over her when he reaches the counter.

"He'll have the same as me. Just throw in some chips and maybe your number, baby. I find you awfully cute with those big blue eyes." Jimin offhandedly flirts. “With a face like yours I’d pay big money to fuck you.”

"What part of trail of bodies did you not understand in the car?" Jeongguk grits, gripping the other’s jaw to make eye contact with the elder.

“Oh, don’t be such a brute. Wouldn’t you be willing to pay a hefty price to spend an evening with such a divine beauty like this sweet angel here?” Jimin gestures to the flush faced woman who looks torn between being flattered and scared shitless.

Jeongguk turns his attention back to the teary eyed girl with a look of pure disgust. “I’d pay to run my blade into her pretty skin, sure.”

"Seriously? Now look, the poor girl is about to cry." Jimin gestures to the teary eyed girl awkwardly trying to give them their total without causing any unwanted attention. "Apologize and give her a tip."

"I'm not doing either of those things." The younger remarks, pulling out the exact amount and tossing it on the counter. “You asked if I’d pay to spend an evening with her. I would. I just wouldn’t be fucking her.”

“My god, that’s not what I wanted to hear! She looks like she’s going to pass out from this conversation alone. So, please give her a tip for all this trouble.” Jimin challenges, “You’re either going to do it or you can explain to your boyfriend why I’m not going to date either of you.”

"After everything we've done tonight this is your deal breaker?" Jeongguk says exasperated, rolling his eyes.

“She did nothing wrong, except look too damn gorgeous in that hideous outfit, and you made her cry. Give her the damn money. Now.”

They both stare at each other with intense glares making the air in the room stiffen. All the patrons waiting for the big explosion they see brewing. However, Jimin raises an eyebrow with the ghost of a smile and Jeongguk's eyes are less than hostile. The two are playing with one another and it shows.

Needless to say the pair walked out of there wrapped around each other in their laughter and an anxious worker left with more than enough money to quit.

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The two find themselves parked at Seokchon Lake seated in the back of the SUV’s trunk and looking out at the water with the city lights in its background. Jimin and Jeongguk had spent the better span of an hour just getting to know one of each other. If you would’ve asked either of the men how they felt under the night sky with each other, both men would say it was a night they’d remember for years to come. Jimin was starting to see the soft side of the younger and it makes the elder wonder how he behaves around his lover when they are alone.

Jeongguk has only shown him the side that craves blood and chaos, but when it comes to being vulnerable? He only seen one small glimpse of that insecurity slither into the well-built façade he shows to the public that fears him. Though Jimin can’t help but wonder why the younger almost cowered under the scrutiny of the men in his Mafia. No, he doesn’t run the operation himself, but being the son of the man that does should hold more weight than what the younger uses. It just doesn’t make sense.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Jimin quietly asks, after discarding his food to the side. Jeongguk humming comes to a halt as he turns his head to look at the elder.

"If it's about my taste in music, I will throw you in the lake with no remorse. You already disrespected Superman. I will gut you, Jimin." The younger jests, going back to his humming unbothered by the way the other’s jaw dropped. Clearly still not over their conversation regarding the best super heroes in both cinematic and comic book history.

A low laugh sounds off from the other before he clears his throat to start again. "No, this is a serious question."

"Go ahead."

"Why-" Jimin starts but falls flat for a moment, causing the young ravenette to look at the hesitating elder. It's a new look on him considering everything he's seen tonight. It's more of a cautious look he regards the waiting male with, before just giving it a careful try. "Why do you let your men talk to you like that? From earlier, I mean."

"Uh..." Jeongguk trails off, turning back to the water with a set jaw.

"Like... you have so much power. Why would you let people who can't even fathom your burdens treat you like shit?" Jimin continues pressing, almost like he did when he coaxed the more viscous side of the heir to make an appearance. He pokes and prods in places too sore to touch. He somehow knows how to get under the other’s skin without even meaning to, he's the match that lights the fire not even knowing how short the fuse is.

"You wouldn't understand." Jeongguk settled for, grinding his teeth to keep his anger at bay. Jimin didn't really do anything, but again he always hits the sore spots of his very being and it triggers emotions he tries to swallow down.

"Probably not, but I do know that to be a leader you need to be sure of yourself. I was waiting for you to rip them apart long before you laid a single finger on any of them." The elder continues, not pretending to get what isn't spoken. "Truthfully you shouldn't have to do anything to them besides give them a look to have them fall in line. Fear, respect, and loyalty are the makings of a good following. Those who respect you will always be loyal, but sometimes it takes the knowledge of knowing what you CAN do to those that cross you to give them a sense of gratitude that you DON'T."

"And how would you know? You're just a librarian learning to be a nurse. Neither of those things compare to this." The younger bites back harshly.

"Oh, pretty boy, if you only knew. I may be doing those things now but ask yourself this one thing. What kind of librarian would take pleasure in watching you cut someone's tongue out or a nurse that would happily carve your damn initials into someone's face? " Jimin tilts his head with a smug smile at seeing the younger think over his statement.

"Not to mention, I didn't run when you told me your 'names'. I knew who you were and went on a fucking date with you. We're attempting a relationship- though you two suck at expressing that aside from the various displays of possessiveness. What good Samaritan would even dare to be in your space? Let alone piss you off as much as I do." The elder shrugs, leaning back on his hands and turning his gaze to the dark night sky.

"I swear you surprise me more and more. How did Yoongi even find you?" The younger says a little awestruck.

Jimin just runs a hand through his messy hair, before smirking at the younger. "He didn't. I found him."

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The young couple find themselves idly standing in the parking lot of Jimin’s apartment complex, their late-night escapades slowly coming to a conclusion. The comfortable silence that settles between the blossoming couple falls surprisingly easily. But it was evident in their seamless lingering that neither were ready for their night of sin to end. Besides, Jimin found Jeongguk’s subtle touches and playful aura too thrilling to abandon just yet. Even through the silence, the light air between them spoke volumes.
Jimin wasn’t used to the younger looking at him like this. It was different from their first encounter, dark and fully brown eyes almost beast-like and dilated at the sight of potential prey. Jimin didn’t think those same eyes could be so capsulated in enamor with him, soft and playful, saying more than either of their words could ever. In the cold of the night, it was making Jimin’s cheeks warm.

Boldly, Jimin decided to capture the younger’s hand with his, meeting the younger’s delicate stare. “So, what happens now?” the elder asks softly as if the blunt questioning will break the peaceful atmosphere. Jeongguk startles for only a moment before relaxing to perfectly neutral expressionless mask, Jimin’s own stare becoming scrutinizing as he searches for subtle indicators to determine the younger’s mindset about their future together. But Jimin didn’t want a schooled expression of apathy, he wanted some damn answers!

Before he allowed himself to completely soil his mood, he asks more deliberately, “Is this the part where you pretend to apologize for leaving me in the dark and I pretend to forgive you as long as you promise to never do it again? Or is this the part where you tell me that this is as good as it gets with you and Yoongi, and I pretend to be okay with it?” Jimin relents, allowing his head to fall heavy on the younger’s chest.

His sudden weight forces Jeongguk to lean back against the vehicle his driver is waiting patiently in, the running engine of the car vibrating through their bodies as the younger hesitantly runs his fingers through the honey brunette’s matted hair. “Is there an option where we don’t have to pretend and ride off into the sunset?” Jeongguk tries to jest playfully, but the elder was no longer in a teasing mood.

With reluctance, Jimin pulls away from the younger’s fleeting touch to glare him straight in his eyes, the delicacy of Jeongguk’s stare long gone and laced with unreadable icy stone. “Fine. If it’s honesty you want, then honesty is what you’ll get.” Jimin starts defiantly, a pinch of a frown marring the younger’s expression with bated patience. “I don’t want to leave here tonight just to go back to being ignored for an undisclosed amount of time again until one of you feel like dealing with me. Because if that’s the case – and I mean this in the bluntest way possible – this isn’t going to work. I’m not going to force myself to get fat off of your sparing attention just because you leave me starving for some.”

The younger distractingly looks to his driver who is patiently waiting for his boss in the vehicle for a moment before he turns to the elder with a contemplative glance. Another bout of silence fills the now tense space as Jeongguk takes a minute to gather a response, hand falling from Jimin’s loosened grip.

It goes on for so long that Jimin can’t help but let his own gaze travel to the driver who must be tired of waiting for the young heir. Ironically, that would make two of them.

And as the silence extends even further, Jimin can’t help but empathize with both of the men. It was clear the younger was filtering through his brain thoroughly to choose his defense carefully, and it was even more evident that the younger didn’t give a damn if that meant having his driver sit on-call until sunrise or not. They had already been sitting outside of his place for the better part of an hour. And with the topic at hand, he didn’t see things ending anytime soon.

What started as such an exhilarating time that neither male wanted to bring to an end was now morphing into a night that may never happen again.

Jeongguk takes a deep breath, head tilted up to the sky before leveling the elder with a firm look. “As much as I’d love to tell you that things are going to magically change, I can’t, and I won’t lie to you. Yoongi and I aren’t the ‘up-your-ass’ type of boyfriends, we have things to attend to that might make it seem like you’re sitting on the sidelines. But, if you’re really wanting to be with us, then you sit and wait Jimin.” The younger finishes with a slight shake of his head.

And he knows Jimin doesn’t like it, of course he wouldn’t like it after what he just declared. But whether he liked it or not wasn’t relevant because it was the best that he and Yoongi could provide right now. He knows it’s not the ideal situation for a traditional relationship, but he thought the elder understood who they were and the risk they were taking from the beginning. Jeongguk figured the moment the trio parted from the dinner ‘date’ that the elder knew what he was signing up for. However, judging by the scowl gracing the honey-brunette’s face that little detail was overlooked.

“Did you not hear me when I said that wasn’t going to work for me? Or was that the part where you were only pretending to listen to the words coming out of my mouth? I’m not going to just sit and wait!” Jimin bellows, flinching away from the younger’s attempt to grab his hand. “Jeongguk, don’t.”

“Damn it, Jimin!” Jeongguk shouts his own frustrations. Admittedly, he wasn’t good with placating people’s concerns. But he was being honest, damn it! But it was getting him nowhere with the elder! He felt like he and Yoongi weren’t getting a fair chance in their pursual with the elder. How could he assure him when none of them have yet to give this a shot to see what worked and what didn’t?

Jeongguk’s fruitless attempts and Jimin’s resistance is cut short by a blaring phone.

Jimin fishes out his cellphone while being met with an unimpressed expression before sarcastically showing the screen to the youngest. He’d even poke his tongue out to further annoy the younger if he wasn’t trying so hard not to break a sweat. Taking one last breath to quell his anger and anxiety, he quickly slides the green phone icon to accept the incoming call. “Well, if it isn’t the infamous, notorious, savage, Min ‘Agust D’ Yoongi!” Jimin feigns the fantastical tone, “To which do I owe such pleasures?” He questions rhetorically, incidentally allowing that sarcasm to transfer to the eldest of the trio.

Jimin wrongfully expected to hear the eldest low voice with a trace of amusement when he answers, but instead is met with prolonged silence. “Jimin,” and that was not a welcoming tone at all, “I want you to listen very carefully to me right now.” Yoongi demands, allowing another stretch of silence to befall them to emphasize the gravity of his seriousness. The time Jimin waits for the eldest to continue is unknown, since he didn’t feel that it was meant to be interrupted.

“If you ever ignore my calls or texts like you did tonight,” and Yoongi makes him wait, Jimin worrying at his lips at the heaviness of the implication. And then the eldest is laughing without any humor so suddenly, a chill washes down the elder’s spine as he continues to wait without interruption. “If you ever pull a spectacle like that with me again, I promise you Jimin, I will beat your ass until you’re reduced to nothing but tears and snot, begging for me to fucking stop.” Yoongi finally says with a hint of a promise.

The eldest laughs into the intercom again, only this time he does sound somewhat amused. And Jimin is shuttering at the ease of how his eldest lover could say that to him, but still, he dares not interrupt. “Just a pool of tears.” Yoongi continues. “Then guess what?” but it wasn’t truly a question. Jimin knew that much. “I’m going to do it again and again and again until you get the message that you do not fucking ignore me!!” The silverette screams into the intercom, wiping any residue of defiance clean off Jimin’s face and installing nothing but discipline instantly.

“You don’t ever call me and leave disrespectful messages just to play adolescent games with me. Is that understood?” Yoongi says with finality, and this feeling is foreign to Jimin. The deep, nagging feeling to submit.

Without guidance he already knows what to say, what this next stretch of silence is allotting him to say. But there’s a flame igniting too. The one that calls him to defend his actions, no matter how childish they seemed to either the younger or the eldest. “I did send you a picture–”

“Do you or do you not understand!” Yoongi says a bit more firmly this time.

“Let me finish and then maybe you’ll understand!” Jimin snips back, not enjoying the prospects of being chastised before getting to properly state his case. It’s not like the eldest was privy to his nightly activities, so he should be able to defend himself to redirect some of the misplaced anger.

“I did not answer your calls or texts because I was busy having a little fun with your precious Bunny. Of all people, you should know it’s hard to hold a phone and mutilate disrespectful swine at the same time. So, before you jump down my throat why not give me a fucking ‘congratulations’ for having bonding time with my soon to be boyfriend.” The honey brunette ends with relief flooding his internal gates of clearing the disconnect between the two before it escalates further.

In that moment, Jimin accidentally catches Jeongguk’s worrying gaze, and it’s only then that he’s reminded that maybe he’s not as invincible as he feels right now with talking to Yoongi. A thought comes to mind that almost spills pettily from his lips to the eldest. At least he showed up. He breaks eye contact and expels that thought from his mind immediately. Yoongi should be able to see he did nothing wrong.

However, a small knot starts to form in the pit of his stomach when he isn’t met with an exasperated chuckle or sigh, but with utter silence on the other end of the line. No quick remarks, no reassurance of any kind, just more silence.

The quiet on the other end feels like a suffocating force clutching at his heart the longer the eldest remains silent. Silence that moments earlier the elder wouldn’t dream of interrupting, but it was becoming too much to bear. “Um.. Yoongi? You still there?” Jimin asks with a soft whisper.

Jeongguk tilts his head inquisitively at the way the other deflates against the car with a crescent fallen expression. The younger wasn’t oblivious to the contents of the conversation. Feigning cluelessness about what was going on was pointless considering he had in fact heard the eldest yelling his displeasures and Jimin’s insistent defense. Hell, he had even agreed that the elder’s earlier antics were extremely upsetting and immature.

But he couldn’t help feeling sympathetic to the elder knowing exactly how it feels to be on the other end of Yoongi’s silent wrath. So, he offers a supporting hand to the elder, entangling their fingers tightly, which seems to work wonders when the elder squeezes back.

“Jimin for the last fucking time, I am not in the mood to play games with you!” Yoongi grits, patience threadbare thin the longer the conversation drags between the two. Whereas Jimin feels like he’s defending his pride and honor against the eldest, all it’s proving to do is further agitate the other. The silverette prides himself in keeping his emotions in control, but when the younger continues to test his authority, he can’t help the way his temperament slips.

“When I call, you are to answer me. When Jeongguk calls, you are to answer him. There is never a time where anything less is acceptable. As long as you want to belong to us, we are a fucking priority in that pretty head of yours. You don’t just go stirring up drama because you’re bored and blatantly disregard our feelings towards you. Don’t go parading yourself around as something you’re not, because I promise, the attention you’ve attracted isn’t the type of attention you want from me.” The eldest continues his rant. “So, before you spew anymore bullshit as a joke, let me give you your last reminder. You do not disrespect Jeongguk, and you damn sure don’t disrespect me. Is that fucking clear, Park Jimin?” The silverette concludes, using the elder’s full name to fully display his displeasure with the other.

Jimin immediately gets defensive at the implication. “I get that you’re upset because of the voicemail, but I think you’re being a bit much. Last time I checked I was still officially single, and I’m entitled to do what I please. You don’t get to make these rules that I have to follow blindly, just because you feel that you can.”

“That’s where you’re terribly mistaken, so let me clear this up for you. Yes, Jimin, you haven’t officially become our boyfriend because that is what YOU asked for. So, being the gentlemen, we are we allowed you that space to make that decision for yourself. We’d never pressure anyone to be a part of our lives, but you have life fucked up if you think the way you’re acting is acceptable.” Yoongi scoffs, sucking at his teeth.

Jimin can practically feel the anger oozing through the phoneline. “You don’t get to just throw in the fact that we’re not official as a weapon every single time as if it makes it all okay, because it's fucked up and it hurts! And you know it is because you know we want you! And we’re trying but being unofficial once AGAIN – since you clearly can’t pay attention – does not give you a free fucking pass to deliberately do shit to antagonize us for the fun of it.”

“That’s not what I was doing.” Jimin snaps back pettily. The honey brunette knows that his earlier methods weren’t with the best intentions. He allowed his emotions to be driven by sugary cocktails and brewing resentment towards the negligent couple. At the time the action alone seemed harmless enough to simply get a reaction from the others, but it seems like it took a turn for the worse.

“Oh? So, on a normal day you’d call to leave a disrespectful voicemail detailing you running off with some rando with the knowing intent of riling us up? Just to later deflect against the confrontation you wanted to cause with a ‘I didn’t do it, but if I did it’s okay because I’m still single’? Really, Jimin? Because if that’s your conventional Tuesday, let me know so that I can end this with you now. I’ve got enough shit on my plate to deal with and shielding you from hurting Jeongguk and I because you feel like it isn’t going to be one of them.” The silver beauty declares with finality.

Jimin and Jeongguk wear matching expressions of shock at the eldest cutthroat declaration. The youngest almost intervenes but he knows it isn’t his place. As blunt as his older lover had been, Yoongi was right. In the end, it was the same frustration point he had made with the elder before the silverette had called and unknowingly interrupted.

As whimsical as Jimin felt he was being, the implications of his behavior were admittedly hurtful. The push and pull effect wasn’t going to get any of them anywhere. If this was something that Jimin truly wanted with them, then he was going to have to stop pulling the ‘single’ card on them whenever he found himself unhappy with something and show some actual commitment like both he and Yoongi were doing. And as much as he wanted to step in and deescalate, that was a decision Jimin was going to have to make for himself.

If he truly chose to part from them, then that’s something he and Yoongi will just have to accept. But if he wanted to move forward with them, then the respect is going to have to flow between the three evenly, and these were their boundaries.

So, when Jimin looks to the youngest for some sort of assistance, he’s understandably filled with disappointment when Jeongguk’s gaze becomes fleeting. Feeling flustered, Jimin rips his hand away from the younger, taking a few steps away to himself to relieve the sudden ache he feels in his chest. “You guys came to me to join your relationship…” He directs to both the man on the phone and the one in front of him, tone astonished at the prospects of being discarded over a message. “And now you’re threatening to take it all back if I don’t fall in line? How exactly is that fair for either one of you to complain about it when I do it only to do the same!” He borders hysterical as his tone becomes more accusatory.

“Jimin, just listen for a minute!” Jeongguk tries, but Jimin is only pushed further away. “The decision has always been yours to make. But the back and forth isn’t something any of us can afford. You said it yourself at the beginning of this. It’s going to take commitment and consistency from all of us if this is going to go forward.” The youngest further explains, but Jimin feels like he’s being driven mad.

“You guys ghosted me, goddamn it! Not the other way around. So why is it me being met with the ultimatums when it’s you two that haven’t been consistent?” The honey-brunette pleads desperately, his fingers itching to press the end call button so that he can pull out his hair.  

“Is it really just us that have been inconsistent?” Jeongguk retorts so fast that Jimin is stunned into another moment of silence.

Jimin almost immediately protest before he really allows it to sink in. Even though there was a larger part of himself that hated to admit it, even he can hear the hypocrisy clear as day in his own argument. Other than tonight, Jimin had never intentionally blew them off. That claim was nonsense for Jimin. But he wasn’t acting completely loyal to either of them. A part of him wouldn’t allow himself to be vulnerable with them until they proved to be absolute and sincere in their intentions with him.

He had just demanded that the couple needed to give without any assurances from himself that the younger and his lover could confidently take from him. And he had did it in a way that put all the cards in Jeongguk’s hand without the knowledge or approval of the eldest, because unlike with Yoongi, he is the one with the upper hand against the youngest.

Jimin had rejected their initial courtship into their dynamic, he had insisted that they weren’t together, and he had pranced around in his single status whenever he felt like it for his own amusement. Though his intentions to go home with someone out of spite was very real, that asshole back at the club turned into a pawn he was able to use in favor of more pleasurable events. To him it was as innocent as it could get because there was no real desires fueling his actions.

But to them, to the men he did desire, he was doing nothing but playing with their intentions and feelings for him and slowly becoming a liability. Their mutual concerns about him and his loyalty to them was beginning to truly dawn on the honey-brunette.

“I don’t know how or what kind of false fantasy you’ve conjured to believe this relationship was going to be something Disney, but nobody ‘ghosted’ you, Jimin. Are you fucking kidding me right now? What, because we didn’t have the time to send a laughing emoji after every single meme or gif?” Yoongi scoffs. “If you really felt ignored to this extent you should’ve voiced that in a message instead of your bizarre way of gaining attention.” The eldest further hammers his point down.

“But you’re right.” Yoongi adds unironically. “I was the one that proposed bringing you in as in addition thinking you’d fit great with our dynamic. But if I was mistaken, then let me know now, Jimin. Because I can easily take a step back if my insistence is going to burden you and hinder my relationship.” The silverette states firmly, but with such an air of nonchalance that it makes the honey-brunette cold. “I’m going to ask you one more time Jimin. Is that something you want?” Yoongi finishes in exhaustion.

Jimin knew that his answer will cement whatever foundation the three walk on moving forward, so outlining the weight of his next words should have been difficult. But it was immediate and almost too easy for Jimin to answer “No…”, weakly. But he felt significantly smaller after being chastised so thoroughly by the eldest. But perhaps it could had been avoided had he understood it from the beginning.

“Fuck I feel so stupid.” Jimin vents aloud, but it was true. He hadn’t meant to cause this entire fiasco, but it did open his eyes to the fragility of both the younger and eldest. And damn it, he wanted it. “I didn’t do any of this to hurt either of you.” He admits, and mostly it was true. “Just like you wanted to be prioritized, so did I. I felt like I was being ignored when I was making it obvious that I missed you…” Jimin admits further, and now he feels stupid and vulnerable. But he boldly meets Jeongguk’s searching gaze. “Both of you.”

Watching the youngest give him a hint of a smile was all Jimin needed to get out of that embarrassment. And damn, he really did want this with them. “But I don’t think you guys realize how easy it is to get insecure in my situation. You two go to work together, go to bed together, talk to each other whenever. You two will always have each other and I don’t get the same luxury. I don’t want to be the disposable third in this relationship and admittedly that’s how I feel right now.” The words die out to a barely audible whisper.

“That’s not the way to say you miss me, now is it?” Yoongi asks, voice softened from its previous harsh tone. “This could have been productive had you lead with this, Jimin. Because if you tell me that you miss me and need me, I’d claw my way out of hell just to make it to you. And if you feel like I’m not on time, then I’d go to hell and back to make it up to you.” Yoongi confesses, and Jimin is flooding with the reassurance he was craving.

“But you haven’t given Jeongguk or I a chance to prove it to you yet. But we meant it when we said we wanted you, so stop thinking and behaving like we don’t.” The silverette concludes softly, leaving it at that so that Jimin could feel his sincerity. And Jimin did feel like he and the younger meant their declaration to him, nodding along in assurance even though he knew the eldest couldn’t see him.

But Jeongguk seems to understand, moving in boldly to place a securing grip on the elder’s waist. “Now could you do me a favor and let me speak with Jeongguk for a second?” The eldest suddenly request, Jimin nodding along once again before handing off the phone to the younger.

Jimin leans into the younger as he patiently waits, much like the driver. What they talk about? Jimin has no idea. But their conversation doesn’t last longer than a few minutes before Jeongguk is politely passing the device back into the elder’s possession after ending the call. He waits to see if the younger is going to say anything more about all that’s transpired, but Jeongguk just smiles more confidently down at him. “I’ve got to head out…” He informs if anything a bit reluctantly.

“Oh.” Is all Jimin really can say. But he’s pleasantly surprised when the younger pulls him flush against his chest to rest their foreheads together. Jimin breathes in his scent deeply before sighing against the other.

“Hey.” Jeongguk calls softly to the elder’s attention, even though it’s obvious that he has it entirely. The elder still hums obediently in acknowledgement. “I want this…” He breathes out a whisper against Jimin’s lips, and the honey-brunette can’t help but smile back. He thinks it’s sweet, letting it be heard from him too.

“I want this too.” Jimin speaks his own assurances, and the breath of relief Jeongguk releases against his lips only causes him to smile wider. He really had no idea that Jeongguk could be so cute. Or that Yoongi could be so vicious. But oh, how the tables have turned.

Finally, the younger pulls away to properly gaze at the elder. “What are you doing tomorrow?” He asks suddenly.

“Nothing. Just have my final evening class to attend before I start cramming for my licensing exam. So, in short, probably eating chicken while bingeing movies.” Jimin confesses with an inquisitive eye. Honestly, the leftover sting from his conversation with Yoongi was still lingering in his chest, but he didn’t want to bring the mood back down to that. Especially when the smile on the younger’s face was soothing the ache. “Why?”

Jeongguk just shrugs his shoulders before winking mischievously to the elder. Jimin would’ve rolled his eyes if the younger hadn’t cupped his face so delicately before placing a feathery kiss on his forehead. “See you later, pup.” The dark-haired male smiles, thumbing at Jimin’s cheek before pressing another kiss to the elder’s lips.

With the lingering sensation on his lips and the warmth leaving his cheeks, Jimin watches the younger get into the car before the driver whisks his boss away.           

-

After making it back home, Jeongguk silently walks through the quiet hallway leading to the only place he knows his lover could be after a night like this: the office. The nights’ been long, and it was nowhere finished, but going prolonged periods without rest wasn’t a foreign concept for anyone living under this roof. That’s why his steps were confident, thudding across the carpeted walkway causing the paper and plastic bags to crumple noisily from the way they swayed.

It'd be impossible for the eldest not to hear him coming. Jeongguk was indeed planning on making a grandiose entrance. Once he gets to the door, he doesn’t bother with the formality of knocking. He just walks right in with a sheepish smile on his face. This could swing one of two ways, but he was hoping for the best. Why else would he come baring gifts?

“Hey, babe… I brought you some food.” The dark-haired male offers, raising both arms to show off the subtle peace offering.

The silverette is predictably sitting at his desk, ass nearly hanging off of his swivel chair to better squint at the computer monitor, office barely illuminated enough to work in the cluttered space. The eldest barely spares a glance towards the younger upon his entry before dragging his dead stare back to his pile of work.

The younger isn’t discouraged though, knowing better than to take work personally. To say the elder looked a bit haphazard would be an understatement. His silver locks that’s normally a neat pile of hair on his head are a disarrayed mess, and his ordinarily sharp appearance is anything but that, drowning in Jeongguk’s stained t-shirt and unwashed pants. Neither of them were lying to the honey-brunette when they confessed being beat down by their lifestyle.

“Does that mean you decided not to come straight home after I asked you to?” Yoongi snips rhetorically, fingers pounding furiously against the keyboard mindlessly. That actually causes the younger to deflate.

Jeongguk heaves a sigh knowingly, shuffling further into the office to place the bags on the nap couch. Despite the workload, the events with Jimin tonight took its toll on the eldest, no matter how much he knows Yoongi will deny it. If Jeongguk felt out of his depth with the honey-brunette, Yoongi must be disturbed himself at the lack of control he had over Jimin and the situation.

One thing the dark-haired male knows his boyfriend needs at all times is control. Complete and utter control.

“Fuck!” Yoongi curses aloud before promptly tossing a lone pen clustered on his desk across the office. He runs a tired hand over his face exasperatedly in attempt to smooth over his frustration. “I’m sorry. I could use a break, actually.” Yoongi grunts, pushing away from the lit screen and leaning back in his chair with a deep sigh.

"What'd you bring for me, huh baby?" The elder questions more engagingly as he gets up from the desk in favor of plopping down besides the grinning younger, eyeing both the bags and his lover with a tired smile.

“Well,” The younger reaches for the black plastic bag first, digging through the concealed contents while biting back a smile. “I heard Jay was back in town, so you know I had to give him a visit.” Jeongguk gifts the silverette the sight of an ounce of packaged marijuana, the two sharing cheeky stares before snatching it up for further inspection.

“Damn,” Yoongi brings the baggie to his nostrils to inhale deeply before sighing in content, a lazy smile morphing his expression. “Americans are fucking insane.” He comments offhandedly with no real malice. “And he just gave all this to you for free?” He questions, accepting the rolling paper the dark ravenette passes him.

“Basically.” Jeongguk answers somewhat cryptic as he chooses the next item he wants to present to the other. Yoongi raises an eyebrow before the younger relents the rest of the details. “I promised to set up a meeting with Hobi about expanding future business in the states.” He shrugs it off nonchalantly against the eldest look of skepticism. “And no, I don’t think he was using my status to get to Hobi. He’s not like that. I know Hobi’s been considering conducting business abroad for a while now and it seemed like the perfect opportunity for both the business and a good friend.” Jeongguk feels the undying need to defend both his decision as acting heir and his personal friendship.

Both he and Yoongi knew it too well that the transference of power from Hoseok to him has been a struggle. Especially – as horrible as it sounds – since Hoseok is still alive and well, conducting business as Head Boss should, and the fact that Jeongguk was not a true blood relative to the Jung bloodline. The civil discourse ensued after Hoseok declared Jeongguk as his own, the only living breathing heir to the dark enterprise. Even to this day, well respected officials in the Mafia’s rankings try to persuade his adoptive father against his decision as lightly as they can to keep their heads. But Hoseok isn’t swayed, thus breeding tension with Jeongguk amongst the ranks, excluding the elites.

“I trust you to be vigilant enough to handle yourself, Bun. Honestly, I just hate leaving you alone to handle bullshit on your own.” Yoongi calmly concedes, sealing the edge of the rolling paper off with his tongue before handing the blunt back to the youngest. “Hoseok told me what happened tonight and how you handled it. That entire situation was bullshit.” He grumbles bitterly before adding, “If I had been there tonight–”

“I don’t think it would have been a different outcome.” Jeongguk speaks around the blunt tucked in the corner of his lip before bringing it to life with a lite. He greedily takes the first hit, holding the smoke there in his chest as he passes the joint back to the eldest.

Yoongi just grunts around his own mouthful of smoke, leaving it at that. Jeongguk doesn’t dare mention how he didn’t handle it entirely alone, though. After all, the honey-brunette had been there with him until he was finished, and then some. He wouldn’t dare bring Jimin up unprompted yet until he finishes buttering the eldest up first.

“Sounds like a lot more work in stored for us in the future though.” Yoongi continues their initial discussion after his second drag, leaning over just a bit to capture the younger’s mouth to exhale in. Jeongguk leaves a chaste kiss for the elder’s efforts before bringing forth another item from the plastic bag.

“That’s why I’m here to cheer you up!” The younger excites while firmly placing a 24oz bottle of Brandy on the small center table before them, accompanying the liquor with a couple of shot glasses.

Yoongi whistles impressed, grabbing the neck of the bottle to read the label. “80 proof. 40 percent alcohol. I think I’m going to blush.” The silver beauty jokes before breaking the seal of the bottle open, filling the glasses to the brim for both himself and the younger.

“I think you’re forgetting the best of them all!” Jeongguk claims, finally reaching for the brown paper bag. Instantly the smell of food wafts into the eldest nose, his stomach suddenly grumbling in favor of whatever lies within the bag.

“I might just have to carve out some time to fuck you after all this.” Yoongi practically drools while his hands reach out greedily for the food.

“For some yeolmu naengmyeon? I guess I’ll have to bring it by more often.” The younger laughs out, politely accepting his container serving of the cold buckwheat noodles from the elder emptying the paper bag’s contents.

Yoongi cautiously opens the lidded container so that the broth doesn’t spill, the sour scent of radish kimchi making him reach for the chopsticks eagerly. “You didn’t forget the mustard and vinegar?” The eldest needlessly asks. He can smell it seeping in with the broth so easily.

“Of course not.” Jeongguk confirms, a mouthful already prepped in the clutches of his chopsticks. “There’s also more packets of mustard and vinegar in there too. Along with some sesame oil, if you need it.”

“Fuck. I could cry right now.” Yoongi admits before stuffing his mouth full hungrily. Jeongguk expressions soften to something more genuine. “I feel like we haven’t had a proper moment together in nearly a week.” The eldest adds on eventually, after having slowed down on eating. And Jeongguk understood that this was a happy but stolen moment, at least as of lately.

“Do you think–” Yoongi starts before abruptly cutting himself off, silencing himself further to finally digest one of the shots.

Jeongguk frowns around another mouthful of noodles curiously. “What? You can just say it.” He chooses to be direct at the elder’s reluctance.

Yoongi shrugs, playfully stirring his chopsticks around in his container of food. “I’ve just been having this thought. Of, if maybe the added workload isn’t so coincidental?” Yoongi implies, sugarcoating a greater point that Jeongguk would prefer blatancy on.

“Meaning?” Jeongguk asks directly.

“Do you feel like Hoseok is keeping us occupied with the business to indirectly keep us from seeing each other?” Yoongi asks bluntly, eyes piercing in insecurity.

“Absolutely not.” Jeongguk defends, tone implying that that’s that, thus ending any further discussion on the manner. Admittedly, Yoongi knows it isn’t exactly in Hoseok’s character to do so, but his friend’s protectiveness over the younger can drive him to do uncharacteristic things sometimes.

Those two loved each other undoubtably, but the blind loyalty the two displayed for each other could be intimidating. Hoseok had loved Jeongguk as his own since the first time he laid eyes on the boy, and Yoongi knew that Jeongguk forever and always would be grateful for the guidance and guardianship Hoseok blanketed him in. Yoongi knew that without hesitation, Jeongguk would lay down his life for the man he respected as his father if he’d asked, and in this line of work, it scared him at times. But he also knew Hoseok loved their youngest enough to never ask and would lie down his own life if it meant keeping his adopted son safe.

“Besides,” Jeongguk adds with a laugh, “If you think he went crazy about you, imagine when we tell him about Jimin.” His eyes glimmer with amusement, but it falls stale at the eldest cold and distant expression. All the youngest can do is gulp down the awkwardness building at the back of his throat.

Yoongi is quiet, perhaps in a greater thought, before he’s reaching for the neck of the bottle to refill his empty shot glass. “Honestly,” He brings the shot to his mouth, “I’m not sure there’s much to tell.” And the younger watches him throw the liquor to the back of his throat, holding back a grimace.

Of course Jeongguk knew the elder wasn’t exactly happy with Jimin right now, but he didn’t think he was this severely agitated by him either. Jeongguk also didn’t think his heart would sink so deeply at the implications of the eldest’s statement. He knew Yoongi’s word was law, but Yoongi hadn’t been there with them tonight; hadn’t seen just how brilliant Jimin could be, even if his presence alone was provoking in the most blood boiling ways.

Jeongguk at the time had also been furious. But he had also been intrigued, enamored, aroused, and giddy. And most of all, it reinstalled in his faith and servitude to the eldest, for trusting the silverette that Jimin would fit beautifully within their existing dynamic because – God – Jimin had been nearly perfect tonight in Jeongguk’s eyes. That wasn’t a feat easily met.

“We need to reconsider vetting Jimin as our potential Third.” Yoongi adds bluntly before Jeongguk could even utter a noise of protest, and the younger’s jaw drops as his heart instantly shatters. “I’m already so overwhelmed, I don’t need any distractions that can bite us in the ass later. The smartest thing to do now is to end it while we still have a grip of rationality.”

Jeongguk’s eyes widen sharply because the eldest was making this decision all on his own. Even though ultimately Yoongi got the final say on who enters their dynamic as their official Third, Jeongguk’s opinion did hold weight. Because this wasn’t a typical arrangement, and they weren’t typical people. Ending their vetting process with Jimin would strongly result in putting the elder in a body bag, considering he had known their identities and proven to be a potential liability. That’s why it was understood that Yoongi would always make that final decision, because it wasn’t one that should be made lightly.

But it sounded like Yoongi’s mind was already made and him telling Jeongguk about it now was him only being half considerate. “But I thought we resolved everything already over the phone.” Jeongguk states rather than questions, pinching his expression to one of displeasure.

“I’m not really sure if it was.” Yoongi admits, abandoning his food and joint in favor of carrying out the discussion with the youngest. “Tonight, was a lot from him. I’m not sure he can stay committed to a situation like ours without making an issue out of things we can’t control. I’m not sure if he’s cut out for it, and I can’t go forward consciously aware that I could’ve stopped this from spiraling out of control now without us getting hurt.”

“Don’t I get a say?” Jeongguk boldly interjects, causing Yoongi to pause his next onslaught of points. “I mean, you keep saying ‘I’ when this affects both of us. Shouldn’t it matter what I think, too?” Jeongguk asks expectantly.

The eldest splutters, “Of course it does–”

“Then how do you or I know he isn’t going to be more mindful and committed to our feelings towards him if we aren’t going to give him a chance to prove it?” Jeongguk is quick to defend, genuinely bringing surprise to the silverette. “I don’t think any of us have really given this the best chance yet. I remember me distinctly exploding on him our first encounter,” Jeongguk pauses to grimace at the distant memory, “But you came to me and told me to give him a chance. And I honestly do think he can be a great fit. I guess now I’m asking you to do the same.” Jeongguk continues.

“I think moving forward we’ll all be on the same page. Even though it was ugly, I think we gave him the reassurance he needed to hear tonight. I feel like if we all give the best of ourselves here on out, we won’t regret it.” Jeongguk concludes confidently.

Yoongi ponders on the thought in silence for a moment, getting lost inside his own head. “That wasn’t the way to go about it if reassurance is what he was after.” Yoongi deflates, skeptically.

“As your submissive, if I need to vouch for him, I will. He’s bratty, sure, but he’s without discipline. He doesn’t yet understand our boundaries within this dynamic or where he fits in them. I could help him submit to you in the appropriate manner if that’s the issue.” Jeongguk shrugs, hopeful.

Yoongi seems more receptive at Jeongguk’s willingness. He’s never witnessed Jeongguk vouch for anybody in his entire timeline of knowing the younger. And it was true, none of them have been handling this with the patience that’s required to do this. “I get the final say.” Yoongi reiterates.

“You get the final say.” Jeongguk echoes.

“He and you both will be My submissives. The cards are in My hands, from here on out.”

“From here on out.” The younger echoes again.

Yoongi sighs but concedes. Two brats under his domination. Wasn’t he lucky?

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After what felt like the longest week of his life, Jimin had it fully decided that he was going to do absolutely nothing for the next 48-hours. The only thing he was dedicating himself to was sitting at home in his homey little apartment, curled up on the couch, and eating his body weight in junk food while simultaneously ignoring the outside world. Where he normally would run the streets in the name of “innocent fun”, where he’d end up finding himself among a sea of bodies and in bed with a warm hole to fill his time, tonight he’s feeling a little different. Tonight he doesn’t want to go out and paint the town red because the only shade of crimson he'd enjoy involves the presence of two men he's already on thin ice with.

Ever since that night where the couple bluntly called him out on his shit, the honey brunette decided to take a more subtle approach towards the pair. It’s almost like that night was the start of an official shift in their relationship and Jimin is still trying to physically catch up. Even though nothing has been etched in stone, he made it a point to change his usual dismissive tactics and try a more “submissive” approach. It may be the hardest approach the younger has ever used to secure a relationship, though he does enjoy some aspects of “release and surrender”, it’s not fun when he feels so unsure of his every move.

Jeongguk has taken to the brunette’s efforts beautifully in the elder’s opinion. With each passing day the youngest has started to show a soft and more charismatic side, taking on a very soft dominance that Jimin easily accepts without fuss. The ravenette has made sure to keep to routine check-ins and short phone calls whenever time is allotted in his hectic schedule. Something that's warmed the other with a deep sense of passion for the thoughtful younger because he’s trying. He’s trying for Jimin.

With Yoongi on the other hand, things have felt more rigid and unstable to a sense. It feels like he’s tip-toeing through a minefield waiting for it to explode. Where Jeongguk makes sure to keep a line of communication with him, Jimin has the unspoken expectation to check-in with the eldest and to keep their communication going.

It's almost like an unspoken line had been drawn in the sand and the honey-locked male is cautiously avoiding toeing the line. Initially he assumed Jeongguk would be the one to demand a higher level of submission, seeing how he is the heir to the Mafia, he just had assumed the youngest needed this more than the eldest. He was wrong. If the eldest did nothing else, it was ensure that Jimin knew who really held all the cards.

Yoongi is the top of their little hierarchy and the silverette has done everything in his power to instill that knowledge in him. So Jimin albeit with a little hesitance, from his own insecurities, slowly began to let go of the reins and allowed the silverette to take precedence. That went on for a couple weeks, going back and forth in their own game of ‘give and take’ until tonight.

Mid movie marathon Jimin hears a loud knock on the door. The honey brunette eyes the wooden barrier with apprehension as he slowly approaches, not having expected any guests. “Who is it?” He yells as he starts to fiddle with the locks, not even bothering to check the peephole.

There’s no answer just another round of taps.

Letting out a huff of air, Jimin throws the door open with an annoyed expression that immediately turns to shock. Standing there in all his glory is Yoongi, dressed in dark business attire adjusting his rings on his hand. Jimin gapes for a short second, but before he can even utter a single word the elder looks up from his hand and time stops. The elder’s gaze is like molten lava as he glances up at the other with halfhearted interest. Jimin’s brain stalls at the sight and within the span of a few seconds, Yoongi is closing the distance between them. Except instead of extending a greeting, he grips the honey-brunette’s neck in a firm hold with one hand and is slamming the door shut behind him with the other.

Jimin’s eyes grow wide at the sudden movement, but his body is on autopilot as he feels himself being backed up against the nearby wall. He doesn’t struggle, nor fight back, he just willingly moves according to the elder’s guidance. This isn’t something he’s used to with the silverette, a little too accustomed to the sweet lingering touches to know how to react appropriately. If this were Jeongguk he’d make a witty remark or even try his luck with a kiss, but pressed between Yoongi and the wall, he doesn’t really know what to do.

A million thoughts rush through the brunette’s mind as he attempts to take ahold of the silverette’s wrist, only for that same hand to be pressed into the wall near his head. All awhile, Yoongi hasn’t spoken a single word. The pair just stare at each other for a heated moment before the elder finally breaks the ice.

“I think it’s about time you earn the right to use My title, don’t you think sub?” Yoongi casually questions, though it comes off more like a rhetorical statement that isn’t really expected to be answered. So Jimin doesn’t make to answer, he simply just melts into the way the other’s grip tightens. The low sound of the TV is the only thing that can be heard throughout the apartment.

The younger of the two watches the way the elder’s eyes slowly survey his face, lingering a fraction too long on his lip. Maybe the right move would be to play into this sudden display of dominance. Jimin makes to lean forward, only for the elder to push him back against the wall. “You see, I feel like you’re a bit too comfortable addressing me as your Dom and frankly just speaking too casually with me. You want the right to call me ‘Sir’, yet you don’t even possess a single ounce of respect that comes with that privilege.”

Jimin starts to fidget uncomfortably. He had excused the lack of pleasantries, the lack of his endearment ‘kitten’, and the lack of conversation before being pinned up against the wall but now it feels a little personal. "Then what the hell am I supposed to call you?" Jimin asks through gritted teeth.

"I don't think I gave you permission to speak." The elder states, applying an uncomfortable amount of pressure as he quirks a brow making the honey-brunette gasp for air.  "Are you too much of a brat you can't follow simple orders sub?"

Jimin quirks an agitated brow, feelings of embarrassment flooding his core. He thought he had been 'good' and had been following what the youngest laid out as a fool-proof plan to being Yoongi submissive, a conversation the two have been constantly having in order to keep the three on a positive note. If anything he thought this little surprise visit was a reward of some sort, yet here he his ripping said efforts to shreds.

Now Jimin knows Jeongguk would probably tell him to back down and show his belly to the eldest, but he can feel irritation bubbling to the surface and the youngest isn't here to intervene. He’s been treading lightly to avoid an explosion, but it all seems to be in vain. "I don’t remember you tell me I could speak. Besides, Jeongguk literally refers to you as Sir majority of the time and if I’m correct you want to be my dom sooo..”

"Jeongguk is Mine. You are not." He shrugs, "As much as I like you, I still have yet to claim you. I feel like that somehow got lost in translation, so let me make it clear. I, from the beginning, said I wanted a 24/7 submissive, one I could give guidance and order to." He continues as he releases the honey brunette. "You aren't giving me that and that's a problem."

"Our little Bunny doesn't seem to have a problem with how I act." Jimin retorts crossing his arms with a smug expression. "Actually, I think he loves it."

"Baby boy, Jeongguk doesn't make the decision if you stay..." The younger of the two stiffens, though his expression remains impassive. The weight of the world suddenly feels like it’s made a home on his shoulders as the elder states what he had already known to be true. "I do."

It's like a thickness permits the air like a fog that's barely translucent enough to see your next step.

"So think of tonight as a test if you will. Prove to me that you can be useful, or we're done." The elder says matter-of-factly as he starts to walk to the door. "Be ready by 9."

Just as he's closing the door he give the other one last look. "Oh and until you learn your place, you will call me Agust." With that he closes the door leaving Jimin to sit with their short interaction and less than a few hours to prove himself to the one he thought he already had.

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Despite the way the invitation was extended, Jimin got himself dressed and abandoned all previous antisocial plans in favor of spending the night with his two potential lovers. He knew that of all nights to be on his “best behavior”, this was probably the only night that meant the most. Yoongi had made it clear that he was being tested and one thing about Park Jimin is he’s never turned down a challenge. If the elder wanted him to play the perfect submissive, then he’d get it. However, he was not expecting an outing like this.

A match made in heaven that's what Jimin thinks the moment they walk into the dimly lit erotic night club with dancers swinging from poles and curvy hips swaying around the luxurious lounge. When he was asked out for the evening, he pictured something intimate and maybe even a little mundane like another extravagant dinner. However, he is pleasantly surprised at tonight's choice as the nicely dressed trio saunter up to what appears to be the owner.

"Ah, if it isn't my favorite Royals? I wasn't expecting you two tonight. Same booth as usual?" A neatly dressed male asks, leaning against the bar with a soft smile. The male looks to be no older than Jeongguk, but the way he silently directs the people around him with a simple wave of a hand impressed the elder. People in these type of circles seem to run young, despite his previous belief that only the old held such roles.

"Oh? Yeonjun, I thought Hope was your favorite." Yoongi teases the other, earning an eyeroll.

"He's just my favorite in general." The young male shrugs, before his eyes catch on the honey brunette with obvious interest. "Who is this you have with you tonight?"

It’s clear that the young male is directly addressing him as his eyes never leave the honey-brunette, but Jimin remains quiet being mindful of his prior instructions from the elder. He was told to only speak to others when told, so he just raises an eyebrow with a sweet smirk to match then he looks to Yoongi. The silverette easily takes the lead in introductions while Jeongguk loops an arm around his waist. “This would be Jimin and if you want to keep your fucking eyes, I’d get them off of him right now. He’s not to be touched.”

That makes the other raise an eyebrow at the two males, but he nods, nonetheless. It’s clear that the underlined threat was more than real despite the fondness they obviously share. "Interesting, I haven’t seen you threaten someone over anyone beside KB. I look forward to seeing how this turns out.” The male waves off with a light chuckle, “You know where to go. I’ll send someone to attend to you guys in a moment, given she won’t be gutted the moment she steps foot over there.” He says pointedly, like it’s a natural occurrence between the pair.

Jeongguk only laughs, steering Jimin in the direction opposite of the male. “No promises, the last one practically begged for it.” He shrugs.

All Jimin can hear is an indignant huff, “Yeah, okay. Nice to meet you Jimin.” The other yells behind him.

With that immediately the trio are seated in a secluded booth onlooking the lot of people scattered around the area. For a week night the place has a fair share of well-dressed men and women lingering about. Jimin would feel slightly under dressed if it were for his dates lounging beside him in jeans and button-down shirts. It’s clear the dress code doesn’t apply to them and maybe that inflates the brunette’s ego just a tad.

A woman in tightly fitted lingerie walks up to the booth, hips switching dramatically as he climbs the steps to their section with a seductive smile. "What can I get you three to drink?" She asks with all the artificial sweetness of a lollipop. It’s cute, but obviously wasted potential if you were to ask him.

Jimin goes to order but is smoothly interrupted by Jeongguk's hand squeezing his thigh lightly with a small shake of his head. Jimin raises an inquisitive brow at the notion, but the younger just puts a finger up to his lips in a silencing move. "Bring a bottle of bourbon and vodka." Yoongi’s low voice speaks out. Words confident.

The woman wordlessly nods along as the silverette speaks. "Anything else?"

"Whatever cocktails Yeonjun is making tonight." With that the woman sends a polite smile and walks off.

Jimin spares a curious glance at the eldest, but he's too busy looking at his screen to notice. The honey-brunette looks to the youngest with the unspoken question. Is that a normal occurrence? Should he expect one of them to order things for him from here on out or was that another silent test?

"Don't think about it too much, sub." Yoongi off-handedly grumbles, typing away.

Jeongguk just smiles at the elder as he leans back in the booth. The trio sit in a bit of a tense silence, the uncertainty of tonight weighing on all three of their shoulders. After taking the time apart to interact from a distance, being in the same room together holds a tie between exhilarating and anxious. It doesn't help that Jimin is in a place that is swarming with pretty faces and curvy waists.

A few months ago, he would've already had at least two willing souls leeching off of his honey laced words and adorning his sides like living jewelry. The way a pretty face can spark that little hint of desire in his gut has always been his downfall. So he's not even surprised at the low groan he lets pass his lips as the waitress returns with their drinks and makes a show of bending over to set the tray down.

"Look at all the beautiful angels." Jimin dreamily sighs, leaning on the young heir as the woman walks away. "I haven't had a pretty thing laid underneath me in far too long." It's the first thing he's said since walking in the establishment and it makes both men laugh.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes playfully, shaking his head with what can only be interpreted as amusement. While Yoongi chuckles, setting his phone aside throwing an arm behind the honey locked male. "Here I was bringing you here for the drinks. Didn't think you'd be so into the entertainment." The eldest jests, waving a single hand at a dancer until she's making her way to the trio.

She's nothing short of gorgeous with golden skin, long legs, vivacious dips in her hips and a beautiful red lacey two piece set that could leave any man drooling. "Mn. What can I say I'm big on erotic displays. Put a pretty face to good use and well you have my attention." Jimin remarks just as the dancer plops right into his lap, immediately starting to grind into the appreciative male. Though the way the ravenette moves just a few paces to the left in obvious disinterest catches his attention. "I can't help but notice you don't look so happy to be here, Bunny."

Said male just picks up a drink and gulps down a hefty amount only slightly grimacing at the taste. "I'd rather not see half naked whores prance around like some special treasure. This.." He gestures to the dancer who is now awkwardly facing away from the dark haired male and now focusing on the brunette and silverette. Her dancing turns stiff and uncomfortable as she tries to keep up appearances. "...does nothing for me."

"Jeongguk.." Yoongi warns as he himself enjoys the little display before him, reaching out and landing a light tap on the girl's ass in slight encouragement to keep going. The woman's face lights up as she now focuses all her attention on the silverette seeming to have enjoyed the contact.

"He asked." Jeongguk shrug with a huff. "Mind you, I wanted to go to one of my clubs without the extra 'entertainment', but noo you said we had to come here as a reward for your kitten."

Jimin raises a brow at that, for all intents and purposes he thought this was solely a last chance at a relationship. However, hearing the eldest is using this as a reward makes him feel a sense of relief. Though the youngest’s clipped tone catches his attention fully, "What's with the hostility? First the girl the other night, now these poor little dancers? Is jealousy a permanent fixture on your handsome face around beautiful women?"

"The only interest I have in women is when they're withering in pain from my hands while sweetly asking for more. He's more interested in them sexually than I'll ever be." The dark-haired male easily supplies, motioning to the silverette who nods in confirmation.

"My Bun only has eyes for his Sir, isn't that right?" The tone is oozing with underlined affection that even send warmth towards the brunette who is merely observing the couple.

"Only for Sir, but there has been a menacing pup that's caught my attention lately." The ravenette's eyes practically devour the honey-locked male as his words light a fire in the pit of his stomach. Jimin’s heart kicks up a notch at the heated gaze and obvious affection hiding within those chocolate eyes.

Clearing his throat to alleviate some of the burning in his gut he turns his attention to the eldest who just smirks. "We have acquired a pretty new pet, hm?"

Feigning ignorance to the way both men have completely ignored the woman mindlessly dancing for the trio who's attention is slowly weening from her. "How does that work then? If you only sleep with Agust, how does a pretty face end up in your bed?"

"When Yoongi wants to fuck a sopping hole, we pick the one who's willing to deal with a little pain." The youngest starts, lighting up a rolled up smoke and puffing out the fumes with a low sigh. "He fucks them, but only if they let me fuck ‘em up."

"What an interesting little detail about you, Bunny." Jimin starts, looking to both men with pure wonder. It's one thing to be the center of attention when it comes to the infamous males, but to know they also partake in the sweet nectar women have to offer, in some extent, is thrilling. The more he gets to know these men, it seems like he gets to have his cake all decked out with trimmings and he gets to eat it too.

"So how do you lure sweet little angels into your bed when only one of you actually looks interested? This one won't even look in your direction because of that glare. Isn't that right, angel?" Jimin addresses the woman who's dancing comes to a halt as another song begins playing.

The woman chances a glance at Jeongguk who perks an amused brow. "I think this one would crawl all the way home with us if we let her."

The woman's eyes are immediately downcast. She teetering on her feet surely mentally deciding if she should walk out of the section or see how things play out for her. It's clear as day she's interested, but if she's smart she'd run because the way Jimin's brows furrow at the girl it's clear this will not be a fluffy venture for her.

"Mn, what do you think about that? Hm, sweetheart? Would you let my Bunny walk you on a biting leash wrapped around that pretty throat? Let him break you into insufferable pieces until you can barely beg for more." Jimin taunts, marveling in the way Jeongguk smile turns sinister as his hand grabs the elder’s thigh.

It only spurs the honey brunette on. His attention may appear to be on the blushing woman, but he's only preening for the eldest's approval for what he says next, "Then you'd let my other lover string you up for his enjoyment too, right? A sweet body like that couldn't go unused."

"What about you, sub? You said it's been a while since you fucked a warm hole, wouldn't you want to take a spin? She looks willing to give us everything." Yoongi perks up, eyes boring holes into the other’s soul as he creeps closer. Jimin can practically taste the sexual tension growing between them as the dominant moves closer. He knows this is the true test and if he plays his cards right he’ll be back in the eldest’s good graces.

"Only if you'd let me. I'd be very content directing this little angel on how to be a sweet docile little doll for you both to play with." Jimin whispers lowly to his elder. The request dressed up in pretty pleas seems to get the response he wanted because the silverette has a hand grazing the brunette's jaw carefully.

"You asking for permission, pup? That's new." Jeongguk smirks, running a hand through Jimin's hair. When had he got so close? Jimin has no idea, but he melts at the contact of both men.

"When you're with us, you can have whatever you desire. You just need to ask." Yoongi takes a careful hold of the younger's jaw and turns his face to him. "Just ask Sir for what you want, and I'll tear through whatever to get it for you."

"Well if it's all so simple then maybe I am yours." Jimin teases, biting his lip as the couple close in around his body.

"Kitten, that's been known since you put those pretty lips on my neck." Yoongi whispers against the other's jawline, planting a light kiss in his wake. The use of Jimin’s pet name sends a swirl of emotion through the brunette. Whatever test tonight was, he passed and the elder’s use of ‘kitten’ in place of ‘sub’ proves it.

"And on my gun" Jeongguk growls against the shell of his ear. He's so consumed by their barely there, yet prevalent touches, he practically melts in-between the two.

Jimin looks to both of them, before turning towards the lingering woman who's long stopped dancing and is awkwardly just standing there on display. "You can go now, angel. I'm not in a sharing mood.”

At that the woman walks off and Jeongguk chuckles quietly, running a hand through Jimin’s hair humming appreciatively. “Good choice, puppy.”

“I didn’t take you for a sceptic. Truly, it’s appalling.” The eldest jest playfully before invading the brow arching brunette’s space. “You’re going to help me treat myself to a bit of a treat, sweet boy.” The elder’s warm breath caresses the juncture of Jimin’s neck gently like a teasing tongue, a ripple of delighted shudders overtake the younger by the simple sensation. Subtly, the brunette tilts to allow more access to the silver beauty, but the notion is quickly denied when the elder captures his face in his hand to prevent the younger from moving any further. A gentle cradle, but a warning in his insistent grip.

Jimin was right where Yoongi wanted him, and it was clear that not even an inch was allotted unless the Dom permitted it. “I’m going take all my cravings from you and you’ll do nothing but sit back and take it. No need to think, just continue relaxing as you are and do only as I instruct.” Yoongi’s sensual breathing continued to assault the younger, Jimin enjoying the proximity despite the alarms firing off inside his head.

He allows the Dominant to nose along his nape, inhaling deeply as his other hand finally relinquishes its hold to trace along his jaw down to his chest. Yoongi hums in appreciation, not hiding his attraction toward the younger’s physique. “Think of it as a bit of training, hm? A game if you will.” Yoongi further explains, his curious fingers continuing their journey downward to linger on Jimin’s abdomen, causing the honey-brunette to intake a sharp inhale of breath. “If you’re a good little kitten, you get to go home with us. If you disobey or lose, you go home alone.” The eldest smirks against Jimin’s neck before skipping his crotch entirely in favor of running his hand up the younger’s thigh suggestively.

The usual calm and confident Jimin has been reduced and shattered to an uncertain and trembly brat, and it only took three –fucking– minutes. It’s unfair, but the reality is that Yoongi’s aura is oozing all over the brunette, and it’s making the younger anxious. He just hasn’t dissected if that anxiety is anticipation or a genuine panic attack. He does know, though, that if the eldest keeps touching him like this–

“What do you mean by that?” Jimin asks shakily past the teasing sensations, but Jeongguk just reaches to pinch at his nipple, causing the brunette to wince before sending an annoyed glare at their youngest.

“When Sir is talking, you’re just listening. Got it, puppy?” Jeongguk juts out his bottom lip in feigned sympathy as if he’s not speaking condescendingly to an elder. “The faster you do that, the faster he can explain.” Jimin just bites his tongue to the reprimand, watching as the youngest lean over him to greedily accept an awarding chaste kiss from the Dominant, further squeezing him between the two. Even then, Yoongi’s caressing persisted.

“My Bun is right.” Yoongi echoes, humming appreciatively as his eyes scan the youngest from head to toe. “You ask too many questions, allowing your imagination to run too rampant. That’s what’s been leading you to trouble, hasn’t it?” Yoongi starts, running his unoccupied hand through the honey-brunette locks before suddenly yanking a handful of hair, pulling Jimin towards him in a crude manner while exposing his neck to the youngest. “By now, you should know I don’t appreciate trouble.” Yoongi’s tone is still surprisingly neutral, though the patronizing implication isn’t unbeknownst to Jimin.

“Often times, I think you’re too impulsive for your own good.” Yoongi continues, hold firm but no longer pulling. A deterrent to resist. “But I won’t deny it was that ‘confident, all-demanding’ man that intrigued me. But being Mine isn’t about being ‘all-demanding’, Jimin. But it’s not being voiceless either. You’ll have a voice, but when I prompt you to, is that understood?”   

Jimin looks to Jeongguk for silent guidance feeling as if he’s somehow out of his depths and for once only the younger can guide him through this situation. Of course the youngest cannot intervene, but he does return the brunette’s stare, once overing the hold the Dominant has and digesting the critique given. It’s as if the two come to an understanding, the grip on his hair to insistent for him to just simply nod, his level of understanding would require a verbal affirmation. “Yes, Agust. Understood.”

Almost like a Godsend, the hold on him is instantly released, the Dominant adorning a smile accompanied with a hum of approval. Jeongguk also crowds his space from the left, nearly purring with fondness, taking to fixing the ruffles in the brunette’s hair. “Right now, you’re going to sit here and I’m going to show you what it means to be Mine. The rule I demand you follow is: Keep your Hands to Yourself. Meaning, you are not allowed to touch me, him..” He motions to Jeongguk who’s smiling like a Cheshire cat, though he seems unfazed by his own hand still lingering through the brunette’s caramel locks. “or yourself.” Yoongi concludes.

Jimin is at a complete loss, his initial reaction is to immediately demand further clarification and reasoning, even going as far as intaking a greedy amount of fresh air to pour out in the form of protest and rebuttals. But before he makes to say something, his jaw simply hangs in the wind dumbly and without purpose, Yoongi’s critique hitting him like a ton of bricks in a moment of awe. If the Dominant wants him to relent and tackle the unknown with his same renounced confidence, then he should trust that Yoongi told him everything he needs to know. With that thought, he shuts his mouth.

“Ah, puppy’s learning.” Jeongguk jests.

“He is.” Yoongi acknowledges fondly. “So how about this baby. Though you’re not allowed to touch yourself… I’ll allow Jeongguk to touch you on your behalf. But with that, you are not allowed to direct him where or how he is to touch. Bun’s been a good sport, so I’ll leave it up to him how generous he is.” Yoongi smirks as if he’s in on some sort of joke that Jimin has yet to catch onto. “Are the rules clear?”

That’s his prompt to verbally engage, though Jimin just nods his head, despite being unsure of what he’s getting himself into. “Uh, I guess? No touching seems to be pretty clear, but I’m a little confused as to how I can help you if I’m not allowed to touch either of you.” He says, noticing how Jeongguk is suddenly pulling him to sit on his lap while Yoongi is rolling up his sleeves.

“All you need to know is the rules, sub.” Yoongi blankly states before lowering himself to his knees in front of the brunette while the youngest maneuvers him to sit more snuggly against him like a chair. It doesn’t take long for Jimin to be completely engulfed by the broader younger, Jeongguk’s arms wrapping around his abdomen almost childishly, before his hands begin to reach for the front of his jeans. That’s all it takes for Jimin’s mind to run a mile a minute, things suspiciously falling into perfect perspective.

“Yoongi… what are..” Jimin tries to asks, only to be interrupted by Yoongi harshly gripping his chin, jerking him forward to be in Yoongi’s direct eyesight.

“What did you just call me?” The eldest quirks a brow and it’s clear as day that the eldest is in his headspace. Last thing he wants to hear is name spoken so causally, least of all from Jimin. Even though he remains kneeling between the brunette’s spread thighs, Jimin can’t even begin to express how small he feels under the other’s burning stare.

“I- just… what..” The spluttering male tries, only to be interrupted once again by the elder’s low sigh. “Here it is again: you overthinking allowing your mouth to get you in trouble. After I’d just explain it, it’s like you can’t help it.” The Dominant smiles, but the expression is menacing. Jimin decides to swallow everything that just exploded up back down.

Yoongi’s hard stare stays trained on him, the Dominant’s fingers massaging cruelly into the younger’s face while he roams for thought. “You have two choices here, and I’m only going to give them to you once. One: get up and go home. No one’s going to stop and beg you to stay. Or two: sit back, shut up, and enjoy what I’m giving you.”

Jimin fidgets awkwardly in Jeongguk’s lap, trying to weigh the options. On one hand he doesn’t know how sure he is of what’s to come. Being in such a public place where anyone can see them is both exhilarating and nerve wracking. They never discussed this type of play and well, despite how confident Jimin is in his body he didn’t imagine his first sexual encounter with either of these men to be in a nightclub no matter how luxurious it is.

“Come on puppy, don’t you want to be good for Sir? You’ve been doing so well tonight, and I really want to take you home with us.” Jeongguk purrs into his ear, slowly running his hand underneath his shirt making the elder of the two shiver. “Don’t you want to be good for me? Bunny wants to play with you, but I can only do that if you win Sir’s little game.” The younger dominant continues to trace little shapes across the other’s abdomen and gently nipping his exposed neck.

“You can either relax or go home, it’s your choice but you need to figure it out now before I choose for you, and I can guarantee sitting alone in your living room regretting not leaving with me is a shitty way to spend your night. So choose now, Jimin.” The silver-haired dominant presses, releasing his hold to rest his hands on the indecisive male’s thighs.

Jimin’s not sure of either option, but the moment the elder starts to pull away Jimin’s mind is cemented in his choice to shout. “Okay! I’ll play your game, Agust. Take what it is that you want from me. I won’t touch, I won’t question, I won’t demand. Just… don’t leave.” Jimin submits, the tension leaving his body, melting against the youngest as he finally relents.

The genuine warm smile the silver beauty gives is enough to calm the honey-brunette’s heart. Yoongi crowds the younger’s space once again, though this time the invasion is more than welcomed as the Dominant leans in to the other and kisses Jimin’s lips softly, nibbling his plush lower lip before pecking the tingling flesh. “I think my Kitten earned the right to call me ‘Sir’.”

The return of his suspended privilege to address Agust as ‘Sir’ was enough for Jimin to allow the subdued sensations overtake him. The hands on his thighs become more evident, watching his Dom in such a compromising position became appreciatively alluring, the invasive hands exploring his body become more arousing. But even though his body is more welcoming of the two dominates, Jimin simply can’t ignore his surroundings.

The bass from the music is even present in the brunette’s gut, sitting comfy right next to his arousal. “You don’t mind Sir helping himself to a treat, right?” Jeongguk whispers, his hands returning to the front of the elder’s pants. Jimin’s breathing is accelerated, but otherwise makes no move to object. Jimin can feel the youngest smirk against his ear while he unbuttons his jeans and unfastens his zipper. “Do you think Sir will share?” Jeongguk hum rhetorically, his tongue suddenly trancing the lobe of his ear, causing Jimin to fall lax.

“I already am, Bun.” Yoongi replies needlessly, his eyes locked onto his two submissives. Even on his knees, the heavy aura the eldest carried was suffocating. Despite their physical arrangement, there was still no question of the hierarchy that was in place now, and Jimin found it impossibly sexy that he was still submitting himself to someone who positioned themselves beneath him. And it was simple.

Yoongi was not beneath Jimin.

“I’m going to show you what it feels like to be Mine, and you’re going to let me. Amiright?” the Dominant silverette arches a brow insistently, hands beginning their assault along Jimin’s inner thighs. It was embarrassing, his semi already bulging against the tight black material of jeans. He wasn’t normally so easy, but he was quickly losing his composure, despite the relief provided by being unbuttoned and unzipped.

“Yes Sir.” Jimin confirmed without hesitating. Whatever it was Yoongi was delivering, he wanted, and wanted it now.

“Confident now, are we?” Yoongi jest, situating himself on his knees comfortably before inching his way closer to the dent in the younger’s pants. “Let’s see how confident you are when I’m done with you. I’m starving.” He nuzzles the tent in the brunette’s pants lewdly, groaning in appreciation and Jimin almost mewls at the weight of the contact. Yoongi definitely wasn’t shy about what he wanted.

“Fuck–”

“Shhh.” Jeongguk instantly hushes, suckling softly at the outer shell of the elder’s earlobe before tugging it teasingly, releasing his mouth from its attack to continue. “You wouldn’t want to draw attention to our section, would you?” He warns teasingly, and just like that, Jimin’s eyes widen at the reality of this situation, subconsciously shooting up at attention. But before he can get too far, Jeongguk quickly hugs him back to the front of his chest, successfully restraining the elder against him. “Aw, don’t get shy now. The only eyes that matter right now are Sir’s.” Jeongguk coos, forcing the elder’s gaze down to the eldest.

Yoongi licks his lips, arching a brow almost challengingly, daring the brunette to try to stop him. Both men were either ignorant or unconcerned that they would eventually be seen. It wasn’t a matter if Jimin could remain incognito or not. Though they were in a private section, undressed baristas’ have made their rounds to silently announce their availability for continuous orders, security showing face occasionally to deter anyone from causing a ruckus, dancers luring other clients past to their own private sections. It wasn’t a matter of if he’ll be seen, but when.

And if when the time comes, if Jimin will ruin his entire night in direct result of ruining the dominant’s fun, or if he’ll shut up, sit there, and relax, despite any stares that come his way. The game was making much more sense to the honey-brunette. It seems his shamelessness will be rewarded if he can endure Yoongi’s ‘snack break’.

“If you’re to be Mine, you need to understand that this is an ownership.” Yoongi states, hand palming at the growing bulge in the younger’s pants. Jimin’s teeth instantly sink into his bottom lip, eyes hooded but trained on the Dominant before him, rubbing his cock through his jeans. “It means your heart, mind, body… belong to me. Yes?” The silverette nods, causing Jimin to agree.

“Your dick is so hard already, Kitten. I think you like this. You aren’t about to cum yet, are you?” Yoongi teases, causing Jimin to flush in denial. “But I bet you could cum like this… If I wanted you to… If I commanded you to.” Jimin nods fervently, his hips slowly rocking against the hand massaging his cock. “If you don’t stop humping my hand like a dog, I’ll count it as touching me.” Yoongi warns in finality before hooking his fingers in the elder’s pants and boxers, giving a few eager tugs to wedge them off.

Jeongguk jumps into action, all abuse ceasing in favor of assisting the Dominant on his knees, hands flanking on either side of the brunette before lifting Jimin’s hips for easier access to Yoongi. From there, his bottoms are relieved with ease, leaving him bare and exposed for anyone daring enough to see. There was no room for modesty, Jimin unable to complain about the total absence of his pants before the youngest takes it upon himself to spread the elder’s legs apart, presenting him to the eldest.

“You’re flexible.” Yoongi hums appreciatively, hands caressing the freshly shaven skin, silky smooth to the touch. Goosebumps arise where the eldest touch lingers, Jimin wiggles at the sensation before a sudden smack to his inner thigh forces him to jolt back against the youngest. Before he could wince, Yoongi’s tongue is chasing the impact, causing a delicious tingling sensation to shudder with him. “Fuck, you taste good.” The silverette praises, nuzzling into the clean skin.

Jimin widens the spread of his thighs on his own accord, watching intently as the Dominant gives the other side the same treatment, the younger feeling much more relaxed to allow himself to groan at the stimulating combination. Fuck, Jimin wants to tangle his fingers in the beautiful silver hair so damn bad, but he wasn’t going to lose so easily.

“You taste good, huh? That’s good to hear. Sir has always had a bit of a sweet-tooth.” Jeongguk hums from beneath Jimin, his own fingers tracing over the wet mess his Dom left on the abandoned thigh, Jimin’s mouth going slack not expecting to be left so sensitive there after the eldest’s previous attention. “But you’re going to help fix that, huh?” Jeongguk teases before lifting the hem of the elder’s shirt, exposing his torso to the eldest.

Immediately, Yoongi’s mouth meets the defined abdomen, tongue trailing every dip and curve, lips suctioning at the pelvis. “Oh God.” Jimin moans. It felt too good already, how easy it would be to snatch the eldest to where he really wanted him, how cruel that he couldn’t.

“God has nothing to do with what I’m about to do to you.” Yoongi mumbles against Jimin’s abs, so infuriatingly close to mouthing against his cock.

“I want to touch you so fucking bad right now.” Jimin proclaims, pounding both his fists on the empty cushions on either side of him. His cock was now hard and straining against his stomach. To his surprise Jeongguk’s hand reaches forward, the warmth of his palm engulfing his neglected cock.

“What a shame. Sir didn’t even get to eat yet.” Jeongguk pouts from below, his hips starting a slow pace of humping against the elder’s bare bottom. “You’re so heavy down here, Jimin.” Jeongguk notes, shifting the cock in his hands as if to measure the weight of it. “Thick too.” He snickers.

Jimin shoves himself further into the youngest, resisting the indignant urge to rut into his palm like a rabbit. “Jeongguk!” Jimin warns, but it’s playfully cut off by the youngest sinking his teeth into his neck, causing the elder to choke back and whimper.

“You’re so mean.” Yoongi laughs, smacking Jeongguk’s thighs before kneeling further to be leveled with Jimin’s balls. Without a seconds hesitation, the eldest warm and wet mouth suckles around the brunette’s genitalia, the weight being completely submerged in the silverette’s eager wetness causing Jimin to shake from the instant pleasure.

“Oh shit, Sir! Please–” Jimin’s thighs shake, a war to keep them open and wide versus allowing them to cage and suffocate the eldest is a valiant battle. “Don’t you fucking dare.” Jeongguk growls in warning, his tattooed hand abandoning its acquainting touching on his cock to support the efforts in keeping him spread like a lewd sex toy. “You’re his now. You don’t dare deprive him from indulging in his properties.”

Jimin’s brain is a babble, nodding along if that meant the Dominant will finish faster. The only information his brain is retaining is to keep his hands on this leather fucking couch.

Yoongi plops off the elder with a wet slurp, his mouth wet and saliva dripping messily off the brunette. The sudden cool sensation helps him catch his baring, Yoongi’s slow and sweet kisses along his thigh welcomed and offering reprieve from the intensity he just brought alongside the brunette’s pleasure. “Such a fucking sweet boy, Bun.” The silverette mewls, kissing the strong tattooed hand holding the half-naked male’s thigh open.

The kisses causes the youngest to rut more daringly below, the bulge from the material irritating Jimin’s skin but causing the ravenette brief relief. “Please Sir. Taste him fully. I wanna see it. Take everything that’s yours, make him understand.” Jeongguk huffs, hand moving to rub over the elder’s exposed abdomen, a small remnant of precum dirty his fingers.

“Both of you, so impatient.” Yoongi hums before taking Jimin’s hard cock into his hold. He curiously licks the flushing tip, humming approvingly before feeding himself a few inches of Jimin’s aroused cock into his mouth.

The relief is instant, both Jimin and Jeongguk moaning obscenely as if Yoongi had just taken them both, causing the eldest to drool around the brunette’s length. “Fuck, he’s such a big eater.” Jeongguk praises, “Just look at him, sucking you in without stopping. Soon he’ll have his nose buried right here.” Jeongguk caresses Jimin’s pubic area, a fine trim decorating his otherwise smooth skin.

Jimin shivers, Jeongguk’s filth wasn’t helping his ongoing battle to resist touching this man. Truth be told, he wasn’t going to last long anyway. But fuck, he wanted nothing more than to fuck the eldest’s mouth. Maybe even the youngest’s too.

Jimin’s eyes close to enjoy the sensation of a warm, wet, hole sucking along his length so graciously. He could feel the moisture of the eldest mouth escape around him, dripping down to rest abandoned on his balls. It messy, slow, and sensual. Yoongi hadn’t even taken him whole yet and Jimin could still hear wetness being suctioned over the music.

Music..

Jimin’s eyes snap back open to intake his surrounds, their section still secluded and reduced to just the three of them until his eyes settle on her. The erotic dancer from before. Her eyes seem to be startled and surprised, only widening when she’s realized she’d been caught.

Jimin moves to remove the Dominant from his sopping cock, but before he could even make it to the eldest peripheral, the youngest captures his wrist firmly. Instead of a reprimand, Jeongguk guides his fingers into his mouth, sucking away as if imitating their Dominant below.

Coupled with Yoongi’s mouth glued to his length, another wet sensation is heavenly, but he can’t let himself go knowing someone has seen them. He chances another look, the woman long gone and vanished, it still doesn’t take away the burning feeling deep in his gut.

“Fuck.” Jimin hisses as Yoongi takes him entirely. It’s so good, the eldest’s mouth so tight, the pace just the way Jimin likes. “S-somebody–”

“Somebody what?” Jeongguk asks sloppily around the elder’s digits. “Someone saw?” Jimin nods, mind too focused on not bucking in the Dominant’s mouth. “I don’t care.” Jeongguk laughs, uncaringly, before reaching forward to play in the mess on the elder’s genitals, Yoongi kissing at the youngest hands and the elder’s balls before returning back to his task. “Let them watch us claim you. You like it right? Strangers watching you whine and whimper for only us. At how good Sir is sucking your thick fucking cock. How much I love violating your body. You like it all, don’t you?”

Jeongguk’s teasing must doing something for Yoongi, the eldest bobbing his head up and down more insistently, motions sloppy and filthy as the youngest continues to violate the brunette’s sensitive sack.

It’s too much, wanting to tug at Yoongi, wanting to turn and kiss the cocky youngest. Instead, the elder cums with a shout, deep within the eldest mouth that even the Dominant seemed take aback momentarily before greedily accepting all Jimin has to offer.

Jimin’s moans continue, uncaring of the level or obscenity of it, even when the Dominant relents his blowing to instead jerk the remainder of the orgasm. Both the youngest and eldest hands on him draw him into oversensitivity quickly, but Jeongguk’s soft kisses along his nape help him go completely lax. He couldn’t touch them even if he wanted to.

“Good job, Kitten.” Yoongi finally calls, voice hoarse but pleased from Jimin’s endurance. “Let’s get your clothes back on, and then let’s take you home.” Jimin lazily nods before his eyebrow raises, a question quick on his lips, but before he could ask, “Our home.” Jimin relaxes again, a lazy smile on his lips. He did it, he beat the game.

“I hope you enjoyed the show.” Jeongguk calls, Jimin’s furrowing before the previous women from before comes out of hiding.

She bows politely, face flushed in a crimson blush while keeping her eyes away from Jimin purposefully. “I didn’t mean to intrude, sir. The bill?” She presents lamely, resting it on the nearest surface before fleeing out of sight. Jimin also flushes from embarrassment. So she didn’t leave after all.

-

Jimin finds himself overly anxious by the time the three are walking inside of the massive mansion the couple call their home. The ride had been filled with an overly sexually charged energy pulsing between the trio. The afterglow of an intense public orgasm did nothing to quell the fire growing in his belly. The elder dominant had practically sucked his soul out in the darkness of the club, while the younger dominant had crumbled any ounce of sanity he had left with each teasing touch. He had been so painfully teased that he thought that was how he'd blissfully meet his end. With Yoongi deep throating his aching cock and Jeongguk's teeth piercing through his neck. Just recalling the encounter makes his sensitive member twitch and harden.

The dazed brunette can barely focus on the plethora of decor and bedrooms he passes as he's led up a staircase and immediately shuffled off to a room by the couple.

Truthfully, Jimin barely made it past the threshold before Jeongguk was glued to his lips, making sure to take every single breath the elder had to offer while devouring his mouth like it belonged to him and him alone. There's no resisting the other, and after being deprived of the privilege briefly, he wasn’t looking to. Instead he cranes his head slightly upward to help ease the youngest's bruising grip against his jaw.

A hard smack on his ass from the eldest is the only thing that separates him from the ravenette. "I want your clothes off as soon as you get in here. Then you're going to wait on the bed like a good kitten until I'm ready to play with you. Understood?" The silver-haired dominant commands just as the trio stop in front of a closed bedroom door.

A little breathless Jimin manages a quiet, "Yes, Sir." Before his lips are being softly kissed by the eldest.

With that the door is opened and to say Jimin is madly impressed would be an understatement. The room is spacious, beautifully decorated, and there's a fireplace that's lit and warming the space wonderfully. However, the honey-brunette only gives the room a quick once over before his attention is drawn back to the dominant pair. Yoongi is devouring the youngest's lips in a bruising kiss, one hand on the back of the other’s neck to bring him down to size. It's arousing to watch the way the taller practically melts under the shorter's touch like a docile little doll. It's only when the silverette briefly pulls away from the ravenette who lets out a low whine at the action does he remember he had been given prior instructions. "I think I told you to do something, Kitten or do we need to go back to 'sub' for you to understand these aren't requests?"

"I just wanted to watch the show, Sir." Jimin shrugs, starting to strip out of his clothes starting with his shirt. "I mean.. can you blame me when you two look so damn sexy. I don't think I've ever seen Bunny look so soft."

"Even Bunny knows when to bow to Me." The silver-haired dominant smirks. "Both of you, on the bed."

Yoongi disappears into the walk-in closet as Jimin settles between Jeongguk's spread legs. Warm hands brush across his navel as the two wait with bated breath. "You're doing so good, pup. Just keep following Sir's lead, okay? I promise he'll make you feel so good tonight."

"And what about you? You gonna take care of me too, Bunny?" Jimin asks, looking over his shoulder to bite the younger's jaw.

The raven-haired male groans lowly, "Of course, where would a little puppy be without his Master, hm?" He trails a hand from his abdomen up to the end of his collarbone with a feathery touchy. "If it were up to me you wouldn't leave this room until you had a pretty shade of black and blue covering every inch of your pretty honey skin."

Jimin shivers at the dark promise. "So do it." He challenges with a smirk, "Or is my little Bunny too soft for his Sir that he can't follow through with his threats?"

Jeongguk huffs a laugh against the elder’s neck before roughly sinking his teeth into the other’s neck. Jimin starts to squirm in the younger's tight grip as he continues to bite into the unmarked flesh until he actually screams out. "Careful puppy, just because I'm being nice doesn't mean I won't fuck you up. Mkay, babe?" He lowly whispers in the brunette's ear, while Jimin takes in a shaky breath. He doesn't think he could be even more turned on from a single statement, but he can feel the heat traveling down south the longer he's restrained by the younger dominant.

"Oh, I'd love to see you try." The honey-brunette winks before taking notice of the silver-haired dominant leaning against the bed post with an amused expression.

"What am I going to do with you two, hm? I wonder who will break who first." Yoongi muses before straightening up and pulling Jimin by the ankles until his head is resting in between Jeongguk's thighs and lying flat on the bed.

Then Yoongi just stands at the edge of the bed with a sickly sweet smirk on his face. In his hands he aimlessly twirls his weapon of choice, a beautiful black and purple flogger. His shoulders are squared and from Jimin's lying position on the bed he looks 10 feet tall. It's not just the disadvantage of their actual height difference, but it's in the way the eldest carries himself the moment he takes a firm hold of the flogger's tails.

"You did so good for me, Bun." The eldest addresses the youngest with a smooth smile, eyes never leaving the ravenette. "Training our little sub so well." He continues, slowly trailing the ends of the tails across Jimin's bare thighs. "Shows that even though this one's a brat beyond belief, that even my sweet bun can remind him of his place in all of this."

Jimin's breath hitches as the flogger continues to lightly graze his skin while the elder talks about him like he isn't even in the same room, let alone right in front of him.

Jeongguk huffs a laugh, fingers carding through the other’s honey locks affectionately. "I can't have a disobedient puppy on my hands, if he can't listen to simple instructions from me, then he definitely would be in for a rude awakening with his punishments from you."

The bed dips as the silverette straddles the brunette’s thighs in order to get closer to the youngest. Jimin knows for a fact that Yoongi could simply walk around the bed to reach the other, but he chose to sit upon his thighs with his rough jeans for his own amusement and that makes him squirm in delight. The awkward rub of denim against his bare skin is a little unpleasant, but even just that small detail is a subtle reminder of his place.

The eldest hums. "You might bruise his skin, but I can do far worse." That ominous promise doesn't go unnoticed. "Turn over, kitten. Face down and ass up.”

Jimin does as he’s told, wiggling his hips once he's comfortably positioned. "Here I was thinking you'd want to see my handsome face, but it's my ass that you want." He playfully complains, earning a chuckle from the eldest and a swat with the flogger.

The first strike is light, sending a shudder throughout the exposed younger. Jimin eyes the youngest in front of him as the other leans back against the plush pillows and headboard with a seductive gaze. "Such a smart mouth on you, Kitten. Time to put it to good use."

Jimin can only drink in the image for so long before his head is spinning from a firmer set of swats against his thighs. "Go on, Bun use his mouth however you want. We're going to be here a while." The elder brings down another calculated swat and Jimin's mind goes foggy.

He can barely register anything besides the stingy sensation each blow brings. The honey-brunette can't manage to mutter any other sounds aside from little hisses and low "ah's" when the elder delivers a particularly good hit.

His mind is so hazy in a way he hasn't felt in a good year or so and he isn't even more than a few minutes into the session. This impact play made their prior session seem like child’s play. The younger dominant lifts the brunette’s chin just high enough to level his lips with his exposed erection causing Jimin to shift his weight to support himself on his palms despite the way his body keeps shifting up the bed with each swing of the flogger.

He tried to listen for Yoongi, but all he can make out is the elder’s rough breathing in-between the swoosh of the implement swinging through the air and the loud smack against his aching flesh. "FUCK!" Jimin cries out when he feels an intense burning sensation in the same spot the elder seems to be favoring for the moment.

"Mn, that's it kitten. Scream for me." The silver-haired dominant commands, a smirk damn there audible in his tone.

There's not a doubt in the brunette's mind that he's bruising with each repetitive smack. But, just as he gets restless and starts to tear up, crawling up the bed he's met with Jeongguk's dick rubbing against his lips. "Open up, puppy."

"Ow!! Fuck.. I-I can't!" Jimin cries, hands gripping the sheets until his knuckles turn white.

"I didn't fucking ask if you could I said open your fucking mouth." The ravenette grits, the assault on his backside halting briefly.

"Are you disobeying one of your Doms already, sub?" Yoongi’s voice growls. Then the flogger is thrown on the bed and retreating footsteps are heard.

Jimin takes the recess in stride, gulping in air and wiping his face. "Puppy..." The ravenette drawls, kissing the other's parted lips.

"It hurts, Bunny.." The honey-brunette whines.

"It's going to if you don't do what Jeongguk just told you." Jimin hears the eldest say, not having heard the other return. His body is on fire, each sensation making him feel like a raw nerve. He can feel himself tipping over the edge of sanity, but he doesn't know if he wants to completely plunge.

"I.." The brunette starts, only to be cut off by the rough hand of the silverette lightly running up his thighs.

"Come on, Kitten. Don't you want to be good for us? Didn't Gguk take such good care of you at the club? Didn't I?" Yoongi questions, soothing the burning with the light pressure of tracing what Jimin is sure are vibrant welts.

Then he feels the other’s jeans pressed directly on his bare skin as a hand grips a chunk of hair to gently lift his hanging head. "Look at our Bunny, he’s so hard just for you baby. Don't you finally want to get a taste?"

The honey-brunette licks his lips as he looks at the way Jeongguk casually strokes his member while leaning against the headboard like it's an invitation. "Come, puppy." He motions with one hand.

"Go on, baby. Sir won't use the flogger anymore tonight." The eldest soothes, pushing him into the direction of the younger dominant. "Go take care of our Bunny."

Vulnerability hits Jimin like a ton of bricks as he turns back to look at Yoongi. "You promise?"

The silver-haired elder just kisses his plump lips, knocking the flogger to the floor. "Promise. I got us another toy to play with." Jimin let's out a sigh of relief seeing a satin paddle in the elder’s hand.

The honey-brunette leans forward to kiss the elder dominant in a silent gesture of gratitude for his unpracticed body. Yoongi groans softly, sucking at the younger's bottom lip and slipping his tongue inside until he fully marks the younger's cavern as his own. "Okay, Sir."

With that the submissive crawls between the raven-haired male's legs and licks a long stripe up the underside of his heavy cock. Jeongguk throws his head back with a deep groan, "Impress me and you can sleep on the bed." The youngest states.

Rolling his eyes at the half-hearted threat, Jimin slowly sinks down on the warm flesh making a show by moaning with each inch. He makes it a point to salivate as much as possible creating a sloppy sopping sound with each bob of his head. The ravenette finds a hand in the elder’s hair, guiding his movements to his own pleasure. Both males moaning and groaning before an unexpected smack against Jimin's ass has him pulling off to moan loudly.

From there it's a constant push and pull. With each thudded blow from the paddle that has the submissive shaking with pleasure, Jeongguk takes his own from the other’s moaning throat. Time starts to warp, and pain turns to an addictive pool of arousal that the brunette never wants to end. At some point he finds himself choking on the younger dominant's release until the other pulls out and collapses on the bed with a satisfied huff.

The spanking seems to increase and Jimin can feels his insides twisting, right on the edge of release. He opens his mouth to ask to cum, to ask for just a little more stimulation to get off, he's on the verge of sobbing as tears stream down his cheeks. Luckily, the younger dominant knows what he needs and is suddenly steadily stroking the other in time with each swat. His body starts to shake, and he lets out a low scream just as he spills onto the mattress beneath him and a loud thud on the carpet rivals his sounds.

He hears a baffled chuckle behind him, his Sir. "To think I wanted to get rid of him, he's a fucking dream."

The brunette feels something in his stomach twist with confusion, but his orgasm is already pulsing through him blanking his brain. If he were fully conscious he'd be out of his mind with hurt and rage at the statement, but swimming in throes of arousal and constant touches all he can feel is grateful. Grateful that the two men pressing hungry kisses down his neck decided he was worth it.

He was good and that's all that matters.

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Jimin awkwardly shifts in his curled-up position causing a sudden jolt of pain to rush through his veins and an uncomfortable pressure and ache slowly builds throughout his lower body. A low, quiet groan slips past his tender lips when he starts to stir fully from his once peaceful slumber as the gravity of his soreness becomes more than a dull, mindless pain. The sleepy honey-brunet tries to shift a little more to left, then to the right in hopes of the pain ebbing away long enough for him to fall back into a blissful rest, but no matter how much he shimmies in the same position, it just doesn’t feel right. So, with very little finesse he rolls onto his back, without a second thought, in order to give his hip a break from the weight of his exhausted body. From the way his eyes shoot wide open and a muffled pained gasps flows throughout the room, Jimin concludes it was a horrible mistake. Everything is so sore and achy, the skin from his ass down to his thighs is so sensitive to touch that he feels like it’s simultaneously on fire and stinging. Even his throat feels horribly stripped down and raw, his lips tender and slightly chapped; the desperate need for a glass of water or a cup of warm tea sits at the forefront of his foggy mind.

It takes just a little more time than usual to focus on the surroundings in front of him with all the added factors to decipher. After the haziness clouding his vision clears enough to not be blinding him, with a lot of eye rubbing and squinting, he’s finally able to make out the dark colored ceiling above him. There’s a slow, yet all-consuming flood of panic that starts to settle in as he widely stares at the ceiling and bedframe that definitely isn’t his own. He immediately snaps his head to the right with a shuddered breath when he feels an arm thrown over his abdomen like it belongs there. All he makes out is a dark outline of tattoos in the darkened room and then it all clicks like a switch has been turned on. The sigh of relief he lets out has the tension practically bleeding out from his pores as he takes in the sight of the familiar face of his sweet little Bunny.

That’s all the honey-locked male needs to know to bring his sleep muddled brain at ease. In place of the panic now is nothing but very vivid imagery of the night full of blinding pleasure he had with the younger and his lover. Jimin takes a second to revel in the warmth radiating from Jeongguk’s body as the younger tighten and loosens his hold, subconsciously pulling Jimin closer with a grumbled groan. The younger’s hold feels possessive and endearing with each second that passes and Jimin admittedly feels all too good in the other’s comforting arms. The soft scent of fragrance has the elder nuzzling into the younger’s neck as he slowly starts to block out the world where nothing else matters besides the two of them in this moment. A soft snore breaks Jimin’s attempt to doze back off making the honey-brunet raise his head to look at the eldest, who is sleeping peacefully behind Jeongguk with his own arm wrapped around the younger male.

Watching the way Yoongi puffs light breaths on the back of Jeongguk’s neck is enough to make the toughest of men melt and Jimin is no exception. It’s such a heartwarming sight Jimin finds himself slightly awestruck at the couple’s gravitational pull to one another, even in their sleep. It’s in the way Jeongguk and Yoongi accommodate each other in such a synced way that it seems like it’s second nature. Their height difference has the younger of the two curl up like a small ball to fit into the space Yoongi’s body creates like Jeongguk was meant to be there all along. The way it’s like they’re sharing the same breath is all the more endearing to witness firsthand.

It’s almost so sweet that the honey-brunette nearly can forgive the last words he heard muttered out of the silverette’s mouth just before he blacked out for the next few hours. But alas, it’s not enough to stop the curdling feeling in his stomach. It’s not enough to put a hold on the swarm of emotions clawing its way to the surface as the words viciously keep banging around in his head. The constant reminder that he wasn’t good enough. That no matter how good he thought he was being, the two men wanted to be done with him before it all started. Yoongi had been done with him.

“To think I wanted to get rid of him, he's a fucking dream."

The last words he heard when he was most vulnerable was probably the worst form of degradation sprinkled with praise like a backhanded slap to the mouth with a soft caress of the split skin. The initial sting had been dulled by the pleasure that took precedence over any other sense of logic the honey-brunet had in that moment, but now that he’s fully come to, Jimin can’t help but miss that blissful sense of ignorance. Now there was nothing to lessen the hurt that feels amplified tenfold the longer he stays interlaced with the couple. What started out feeling like a warm swaddle suddenly morphed into a burning hot, suffocating chokehold.

The false sense of security feels like it’s been ripped from him like a jagged edged hot poker. Everything feels uncomfortable the longer he tries to suppress his insistent need to run. Jimin feels his airway start to close up, his breathing starting to increase with each effort to hold back the tears burning his pupils like acid poured on an open wound.

So, the honey-brunet carefully untangles himself from the arms holding onto him, that are beginning to make his skin crawl. The tightness in his chest starts to intensify. All he can think about is the fact that he’s laying encased in the embrace of one of the men who views him as disposable as a paper cup. The longer the thought dances around his skull the more he feels the need to sink his entire fist down both of the sleeping males’ throats.

If Jimin had a preference he’d start with Yoongi for the sheer fact that HE was the one to pursue him only to then try and throw him off to the side like a used napkin. Jimin would’ve expected Jeongguk to be so dismissive of him before the eldest would not just dismiss him, but to casually reference it in front of him while he was the most vulnerable. The words burn a hole in his brain. He can’t think beyond the fizzling fog and the sound of Jeongguk humming in agreement before everything went quiet.

It doesn’t take much to slowly slip underneath Jeongguk’s arm with a careful roll to the side. The younger doesn’t even stir, as a matter of fact, he just turns into the eldest’s hold and cuddles closely into the silver-haired male’s embrace. Jimin can’t help but think that the two fit so perfectly. The two shift in their positioning so easily to accommodate each other without even trying and it makes Jimin wonder where he fits in all of this.

Does he fit in between the two who already find so much comfort within one another’s grasp? Does he fit on the outside looking in and only getting some semblance of affection when he’s doing something to please the others? What’s his purpose if all he is to the couple is to be a submissive the couple can throw around and away whenever convenient?

Air.. he needs air.

With that Jimin stumbles out of the large bed and blindly scrambles for a random t-shirt laying near his kneeled position. It’s more than evident Jeongguk and Yoongi had carelessly thrown all of their clothes on the floor when he puts on a shirt that surely belongs to Jeongguk. Luckily, it appears the couple had enough decency to dress him in soft basketball shorts and a fresh pair of underwear, so once he has the shirt on, he bolts out of the bedroom. A part of him wants to feel touched by the consideration that the two cleaned him up and granted him the clothing sitting comfortably on his hips, but a bigger part of him feels like it’s the least they could do.

So with one last look at the pair, he can’t help but roll his eyes at the way the two look so peaceful sleeping. Jimin shakes his head, trying to clear the fog that keeps creeping up on him. The two will be lucky if they ever hear from him again after tonight. Despite his souring feelings, he lightly closes the door and begins wandering the hallway.

-

The hallways are quiet and vacant, but strangely enough the majority of the house lights are still on. Upstairs there doesn’t seem to be anyone else awake or even present, but oddly enough there seems to be life going on downstairs. Truthfully, there isn’t any special indicator that it is as late as 3 in the morning. By the way everything is lit up like it’s midday and how the lower level seems to be bustling with people. It only confirms Jimin’s suspicions that the mansion couldn’t possibly belong to just Yoongi and Jeongguk alone, no matter how much money the two could possibly be hoarding from their business affairs. The place is massive and ridiculously gaudy that it only makes sense that more than the couple could live here, however Jimin’s not sure how many other house members occupy the space, but he can only assume it’s a handful of people.

Shamelessly, Jimin starts to quietly snoop around the surrounding closed doors. Jimin knows he probably shouldn’t but given the fact that he practically has free range of the entire upstairs with a plethora of closed doors, he’s going to explore. The freedom to roam around a luxurious mansion doesn’t come often, so he presses on fearlessly.

It starts off with him just stopping near a door and waiting to see if he hears any type of movement behind the closed off rooms. On more than one occasion, he goes as far as pressing his ear against the wooden barriers. It’s only after checking three doors and coming back with absolutely nothing but silence that he finds himself getting bolder and begins opening them one by one. It’s evident that this side of the house is void of life, excluding the couple sleeping in the nearby bedroom.

One room appears to be another bedroom, decorated in warm shades of brown and holding storage for a fireplace. It probably belongs to one of the two men, so he leaves the room without touching anything. Another room he comes across appears to be some sort of game room with a large flat screen on the wall, bookshelves full of various games, multiple game systems lining an entertainment system, and a large setup for a computer with multiple monitors and two plush gaming chairs that probably cost a fortune.

Jimin shakes his head at the way the room’s equipment easily equals more than a year’s worth of rent he pays for his studio apartment. He then moves on to the next room that looks like an art studio. Supplies, paints, and canvases litter the wide space holding some semblance of an art store that spewed up its insides all over the place. After that, each room just looks like an empty space with potential for something more. It’s almost like there’s too much space and not enough purpose with all the vacant bedrooms.

The honey-brunet continues his venture along the vacant floor, walking down the corridor that seems to lead to a living space, if the couches and large TV are anything to go by. Now multiple things cross his mind as he sees a freaking living room upstairs, one being that it’s ridiculously extra and two that it probably makes for a wonderous movie night. No one is in the room, so Jimin makes it a point to inspect the photos framed along the far wall. There’s plenty of photos of around ten or so people that must live here, which makes sense. So much house would need so many occupants.

Just a fraction to the left is the door to a balcony area and Jimin doesn’t even think twice as he makes his way outside.

Ever since he was little, he found a certain serenity in the night sky. Even when the smog and lights of the city made the stars too hard to see, he always found solace in the dark shades in the sky. Something about looking up at the sky and knowing no matter how big his feelings and problems felt like that in reality he was merely a spec in the universe, was comforting. Right now, all he wanted was to drown his sorrows in the comfort of knowing none of it mattered in the grand scheme of things.

So what if he wasn’t wanted? That’s not something that should really bother him. He can go and find anybody to fill the two men’s spot with a simple snap of his fingers. It’s not the fact that they didn’t want him up until that point. It’s the fact that he had actually tried really hard for Yoongi, and it wasn’t enough until he was choking on Jeongguk’s cock and being beat by the eldest was he deemed worthwhile to the couple. That’s what was hurting. His insecurity gripping him by the throat as he stared up at the sky.

He’s so lost in his thoughts and the gravity of his own aching feelings as he leans against the railing that he doesn’t hear the approaching steps behind him.

“You want to tell me who the hell you are and what you’re doing out here?” A silky voice whispers directly into Jimin’s ear, causing him to turn around with a screech on his lips and his fist raised defensively. “Hit me and I’ll slice your throat wide open.”

Standing there with a menacing glare is a man with broad shoulders, dark chestnut hair, full lips, and the most handsome face. Jimin splutters for a short second before noticing the knife twirling in the taller’s hand. He’s dressed in something close to a suit, minus the tie and a lot more chest exposed from the opened buttons. Jimin feels his mouth go dry. The fog that he keeps trying to shake, slowly creeps back in with the way the other male is looking at him.

“Come on, little bird. You’re two seconds away from me messing up that delicate face of yours. What. Are. You. Doing?” The threatening male punctuates with a drag of the blade along the honey-brunet’s jaw. “Or are you going to make me ask again?”

Jimin gulps as he meets the other’s piercing stare. His heart thumps wildly in his chest and he’s not sure if it’s from the fear of getting his face nicked with the knife or the challenging glint in the taller’s eyes, almost like he wants Jimin to remain silent. His tongue feels heavy, and his head is starting to pound, but he shakes his head again before forcing out the words. “I was just looking around, I can’t sleep. I saw this room had a nice view. Thought it was Gguk’s or Yoongi’s.” The shorter responds, raising a brow at the way the other sighs disappointedly as he removes the cold steel from the other’s cheek.

The male doesn’t say anything, just casually walks to the nearby loveseat and sits with spread legs. “You couldn’t sleep, so you decided to play a game of Russian roulette by snooping where a sweet little Sparrow shouldn’t? Tell me, little bird, do you flirt with the idea of danger often or am I just lucky tonight?”

The shorter rolls his eyes despite how it increases the tension in his head. “Did you just call me Sparrow?” The broad should male tilts his head at the way Jimin’s eyes never quite focus on him. Jimin just awkwardly shuffles in place like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“Well since you haven’t told me your name I can only make my own. Besides, something tells me the name suits you just right.” The seated male states offhandedly carefully observing the way the other still has this faraway look. “My name’s Jin. You said you thought this was Jeongguk or Yoongi’s room, so I assume you know the two.”

“Unfortunately.” The other grumbles, finally looking at Jin. “My name’s Jimin, but I doubt we’ll be seeing much of each other. They already got what they wanted out of me, I’m good as trash now.” Jimin continues, the bitterness seeping out with each word. A sudden drop in his mood only proving to further sour his night.

At that, Jin quirks a brow, he’s heard the name passed between the mentioned couple in brief moments when they were out of earshot of Hoseok. From what he gathered he’s sitting in front of their lover, yet the honey-brunet seems to think otherwise. The far off gaze and glossy eyes gives him a small indication of something not being quite right with this picture. “Why don’t you come sit with me and tell me about it?” The elder pats his thigh like it’s an invitation.

Jimin eyes the action curiously. “And why would I do that?”

“Because I never repeat myself twice. Come.” Jin says sternly. “It’s clear you can use a sympathetic ear and the only way to get that is to sit here.” He knows it’s probably far-fetched that the male will actually listen, but he knows the signs of a drop better than anyone else and it’s clear Jimin is tipping over into dangerous territory.

The honey-brunet bites the inside of his cheek as he contemplates the action. Sitting on an attractive male’s lap in the same house that two men he technically had a sexual encounter with doesn’t seem too wise. Even with the fog that lingers in his brain knows that’s probably dumb, but he can’t help but want to vent to someone that isn’t his own skewed inner monologue. “If your hands touch me in any way I don’t like, I will cut your own throat open. Got me, Jin?” Jimin smirks, sitting on the elder’s spread legs with his legs kicked up comfortably over the end of the loveseat.

“Oh, little one. You couldn’t even give me a paper cut if I let you.” Jin casually laughs, winding an arm around the other’s waist until he’s snug in his side. “Now what’s got you so crescent fallen? A pretty bird like you shouldn’t be so sad.”

The honey-brunet huffs out a long drawn out sigh. “Why do you keep calling me a bird?”

“It’s an endearment, little one.” The brunet answers, raking a steady hand through Jimin’s hair. “Pretty little things like you remind me of the beauty birds have, such wild creatures but I’m a man who likes to collect all the pretty ones for my own personal cage.”

Jimin quirks his head in confusion, not sure he’s following what the other is saying. He just shrugs it away, not really concerned with more than the soothing gesture of someone playing with his hair. Jimin notes his headache starts to soothe with the continuous motion and for that he’ll allow the male to call him whatever species he wants as long as he doesn’t stop his ministrations. “Birds, huh? Well okay then. Not the weirdest thing I’ve heard in my life.” He jokes, looking to the brunet with a soft smile. “This is nice.”

Jin hums to agree, slowly grabbing the obviously younger male’s hand. “Want to tell me why Jeongguk and Yoongi aren’t cuddling such a sweet thing in their bed right now? I can’t imagine they let you freely roam the house without at least one of them glued to your side.”

“Well they don't exactly know I'm out here. They were sleeping when I decided to walk around. I can't sleep.." Jimin supplies, starting to play with the other’s fingers. Not at all off put by the other grabbing his hand. He's what one would call a tactile man. Physical closeness brings a certain grounding comfort he can't otherwise achieve, and this feels comforting. Jin hasn't tried to touch his ass or kiss him, so for now this is safe and Jimin needs that more than anything else.

"You're here... like this and they're sleeping?" The brunet quietly starts to seethe as his hand stills in the other’s hair. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Jimin looks at the other confused. "Yeah, we were playing earlier, and I think I passed out. When I woke up, everyone was curled up and sleep."

"Forgive me for my bluntness, but what the fuck are you doing in here instead of in bed with them? If you woke up unsettled why didn't you wake them up?" Jin perks a brow.

"When the last thing you hear is how someone was going to get rid of you it kinda stops you from being heard sneaking out. I actually planned on leaving, but I don't know where I am to even attempt leaving by foot and I got distracted by this room. " Jimin shrugs with a light chuckle, "and now I'm curled up on a chair with someone I just met with a headache and a funky feeling in my head. But this feels nice."

"Sparrow... little one, did you get any aftercare?" The elder holds his breath, having a feeling he knows the answer and it's enough to make him want to smack the shit out of both negligent men.

Jimin just shrugs. "I blacked out. Someone dressed me, so..."

"So, no. Fucking hell, no wonder you're feeling so awful. Come on, let's get you settled." The brunet gently pats the younger’s thigh.

"If that involves us moving, I'd rather not. I'm feeling better just laying here." The honey-brunet protests putting all his weight down as the elder tries to maneuver the pair. Yelping loudly when Jin just stands up holding the other like he's a damn feather.

"We're just going to the next room. I keep my secret stash in my playroom." The elder casually states, like he didn't just say he was carrying the other into his own playroom.

"Stash? Like... weed? Cause... YES!" The other whisper-yells the moment they're in the hallway, not wanting to cause too much commotion so close to the other’s room.

Jin just raises an eyebrow with a smirk. "You're dropping from one high, so you want another high? Yeah, no. It's some snacks, water, and a few fuzzy blankets my little birds enjoy after a good scene."

Jimin squints at the other’s word choice. Did he just say his birds? Is this guy about to feed him bird seeds or bread? Just as he's about to ask, a beautiful woman appears from behind the door with a soft smile, but her eyes alight like a spark upon seeing Jin walk in the room where another male is kneeling on the floor with the same look.

"Who's this, Master?" The woman asks, eyes gliding over Jimin who suddenly is stunned silent.

"Robin. Scarlet. This is Jimin, Jimin these are two of my little birds. They're going to help me take care of you." Jin carefully seats himself down on yet another loveseat, situating the both of them comfortably.

"This little bird needs a little extra care right now. Robin go heat up dinner from earlier- you okay with beef stew?" Jin asks Jimin, as the grey haired male stands at attention.

"You really don't have to do that. I'm okay! I just need to get a ride out of here and I'll be good." With a click of his fingers the man is leaving the room to follow Jin's command.

"I'll take that as a yes. Scarlet, grab a blanket from the cabinet and then make sure Robin brings me the food before you two go to our bedroom." 

"Yes, Master." The redhead woman replies, quickly coming back with a fluffy, pastel blue blanket and draping it across the pair before stopping by Jin with her head bowed. "May I go to Robin, Master?" Giving her forehead a short kiss he sends her off.

The pair sit in silence, Jimin barely containing his amusement at the situation. "So it's Master, hm? You look like the type." He laughs light heartedly.

Jin throws a questioning glance at Jimin, “And exactly what’s the type?”

“You know the type that walks into a room and thinks he can command anyone he wants. You’ve known me for all of about.. ten seconds yet you’ve managed to get a lap full of greatness, all while bossing everyone else around. So it’s either you think you’re a God or you have a lot of people bending to your every whim. ‘Master’ fits the bill.”

"Oh, I know. Trust me.. if you weren't with the two men who could probably kill me, I'd add you to my pretty gilded cage. I'm sure you'd be my favorite; you seem like you’d take charge and lead my pretty birds so well under my firm hand." The elder muses running a hand through Jimin's hair yet again.

"Didn't think you'd have a favorite." Jimin smirks, "..but I'm everyone's favorite, so I'm not really surprised but I don’t think you’d be able to handle me. I literally have two men who can barely juggle my personality. I’d never trade two for one, Jinnie." The honey-brunet pats the elder’s face mockingly.

“Cocky much?” Jin laughs, catching the brunet’s hand and playfully biting the younger’s hand with a low growl. Jimin squeals at the gesture, lightly smacking Jin’s chest with a bright smile on his lips.

“Confident. One night with me and I can have anyone wrapped around my finger. People just can’t get enough of me, but I’m easily bored. Those two men are the only ones to keep my waning attention thus far.” The honey-brunet shrugs, smirking.

Seokjin can see the way Jimin’s eyes glaze over when referencing the mafia royalty. It really makes him want to push the younger, to see why he’s not holed up with them. He knows there’s something more brewing between the trio, but he knows he has to tread lightly or Jimin will run for the hills before he’s mentally able.

“So, what’s going on with you tonight? If you wouldn’t trade them for me, then why did I find you trying to sneak out instead of confronting whatever issue you have with them tonight?” Jin carefully puts the question out. He can see the way Jimin mulls over his words, opening and closing his mouth like he doesn’t know exactly how to answer.

The silence between the two stretches so far that Jin’s lovers’ return with the requested stew before Jimin even gets to formulate a response. Jin’s redhead lover carries in the steaming bowl of stew with a gentle smile. “Here’s the stew, Jiminie. We hope you like spice, Dove always is a little heavy handed with the chili peppers.”

Seokjin takes the bowl from the woman’s hands with an approving look. “Thank you.” The brunet sweetly addresses the pair as they adjust the blanket and bring over the nearby chaise to elevate Jin’s legs without missing a beat. The two work in silence so efficiently it leaves Jimin reeling at the seamless coordination.

“So, you gonna tell me why you’re running?” Jin asks, breaking Jimin’s concentration from intensely following the others’ every move. The honey-brunet waits until the pair leave after an uncomfortably close exchange of goodnight kisses with Jin before even attempting to answer the elder.

"I'm not running." Jimin starts as soon as the pair are out of sight, “I’m just taking space. I’m feeling a lot of things right now and leaving is the best option for all of us involved.”

“That sounds a lot like running to me Jimin.” Jin offhandedly comments, lifting a spoonful of stew to the younger’s lips, ignoring the scowl present on his face.

“What’s it matter to you?” The honey-brunet rolls his eyes, “I do whatever the fuck I want, and I didn’t ask for your fucking opinion on the matter.” Jimin snaps, only to have the spoon not so nicely pushed into his mouth. The flavors burst on his tongue, and he lets out a low moan of gratitude as the warm liquid slips down his throat. It’s an easy deterrent from the growing tension between the two.

“I’m going to let that slide since it seems to be a sore spot, so just eat the stew and shut up.” Jin chuckles, spooning more stew into the younger’s awaiting mouth. Jimin just rolls his eyes, but they continue like that for a short while, only sharing light conversation in between each bite to fill the silence.

-

Jeongguk freezes at the door, looking from Seokjin and Jimin with wide eyes. The honey-brunet is the first to notice him, freezing midsentence with Jin holding the spoon in front of his stunned face. Jimin doesn’t take his eyes away from the wide opened door as he puts his hand atop the elder’s raised hand.

“What the hell are you doing?” Jeongguk seethes, storming into the room with all the heat of a blazing flame. Jimin doesn’t even get a chance to say anything before he’s being yanked to his feet with a rough pull of his arm.

Jimin stumbles into the younger’s side with a harsh thump, sending both men a few steps off. “Don’t fucking touch me!!” Jimin screeches, yanking his hand free of the raging younger’s grasp just as Jin stands up to steady him.

“Knock it off, Jeongguk!” Jin yells, moving Jimin behind his taller frame.

Jeongguk feels his anger bubble over until he’s pushing Seokjin firmly in the chest with eyes as dark as night. “I swear on everything you love; I will kill each and every one of your precious little birds if you don’t get away from him. I’m not going to tell you again. Move.”

Jimin feels the way Jin stiffens in front of him, noticing how his shoulders square and his stance widens like he’s ready to attack the moment Jeongguk makes a move. The honey-brunet can’t help but huff out a long sigh, moving from behind Jin and facing the younger. “Stop being a fucking bitch and threatening everyone just because you want to throw a temper tantrum.”

Jin cuts his eyes to Jimin as Jeongguk roughly grabs the shorter’s wrist and forcefully pulls him to the door. “Touch him again and I’ll break your goddamn hands.” The younger bites as they both tumble through the door leaving an annoyed Seokjin behind. Seokjin can only hope that now that Jimin’s in the couple’s care that they’ll give the younger all the assurances he needs. Jimin has grown on Seokjin, even within their short interaction and he’d hate to have to swoop in and steal the honey-brunet away. He meant it when he said Jimin would make a beautiful addition as his little Sparrow.

-

Jimin is practically dragged back into the bedroom where a sleeping Yoongi awaits the pair. “Jeongguk if you don’t let me fucking go, I swear on your life I will hurt you.” The door slams against the wall as Jeongguk throws it open, already calling out to the eldest before they even fully cross the threshold, tossing Jimin forward causing him to stumble.

Yoongi jolts up from the bed, throwing the covers back and jumping to his feet within a matter of a few seconds. “What’s wrong?” The silver-head croaks, his voice low and grumbly from sleep. The elder finds Jeongguk standing in the middle of the room while he’s already pulling out a gun from the nightstand and turning the safety off. Even though it’s clear Yoongi is slightly disheveled, his eyes immediately search for Jimin, only to see him huddled in the corner with the meanest glare he’s ever seen on the honey-brunet.

Jimin pointedly breaks eye contact, in favor of staring at the floor as he leans against the furthest wall opposite of the couple. He doesn’t see the way Yoongi walks up to Jeongguk, surveying the youngest’s appearance for any clue as to what’s going on. He only hears the irritated voice of the raven-haired male as he whispers to the silver elder.

"Go on, Jimin. Tell him." Jeongguk grits through clenched teeth, his jaw tight from his efforts to remain calm. Jimin just rolls his eyes, too upset at being jostled from his comfortable moment with Jin just to be quite literally snatched into a heap of drama with the very men he was trying to get away from.

Yoongi just looks at the honey-brunet with a question at the tip of his tongue, but Jimin speaks before he can even voice a single word. "Why don't you tell him since you're the one dragging me around like a fucking doll. It's clear I'm just an object, so go ahead and speak for me." Jimin quips with a tilt of his head, as he crosses his arms over his chest deciding to sit in the leather armchair conveniently near his standing position.

The silver-haired male just huffs out a loud breath, running a hand through his sleep disheveled locks in exasperation. "Did you really wake me up because you two can't get along? For fuck's sake, you know better than to come in here yelling like that!” Yoongi shakes his head, walking back to the bedside table, switching the safety back on, and muttering to himself. He doesn’t even attempt to quietly mumble about how much he can’t stand the two men and their childish antic as he starts to place the gun on the table with a loud thump.

Jeongguk follows behind the elder, grabbing ahold of Yoongi’s shoulder before the elder can even remove his hand off of the cool steel. Yoongi turns to look at Jeongguk over his shoulder with a raised brow, noting the firm set in his features. Jeongguk cuts a side eye at Jimin before squeezing Yoongi’s shoulder. “Unless the pup starts talking, you’re going to need that.”

"That's rich. Just fucking peachy." Jimin grumbles, rolling his eyes as he leans back into the comfortable warm leather. "Better to kill your whore before you get tired of him, right?" There’s a tightness building in Jimin’s chest as he looks at the affronted expression Jeongguk doesn’t even try to mask. The raven-haired male just looks a second away from stomping over to him, but it’s Yoongi’s face that catches his attention.

Yoongi’s head snaps to the younger before turning to completely face Jeongguk with a questioning stare. The two don’t utter a single word, but it’s more than evident to Jimin that the two are sharing some sort of silent communication in hopes of deciphering the sudden shift in the two youngers’ dynamic. It’s another instance that Jimin feels sorely left out and utterly alone, even in the presence of the two men he’s desperately trying to connect with. So, he just deflates.

Yoongi throws his head back, staring at the ceiling, “Seriously, what the fuck is going on?! Someone needs to start talking right now and I don’t give a shit who it is. Tell me what’s going on! What the hell is wrong with you two? I’m not in the mood to do this shit, it’s late and I’m tired. What could have possibly happened in the span of a couple hours to be this serious?” Jimin notes that Yoongi has picked up the gun again, hand resting on the trigger.

Jeongguk sends a glare at Jimin as he starts to walk towards the honey-brunet with a dark gleam in his eyes. “Tell him.” Jeongguk bites, closing in on the shorter until he’s practically towering over the elder. His tone deepens, “Tell him how I found you snuggled up to Jin in his playroom, eating from his fucking hands like one of his whores.”

Jimin ignores the ravenette completely, looking directly at Yoongi. “It wasn’t like that, but your hotheaded bunny can’t exercise the two braincells he possess, so he didn’t ask questions before he acted like a whole jackass.”

Jeongguk roughly grabs Jimin’s chin, tilting his face up until Jimin is grimacing from discomfort at the angle. The honey-brunet’s neck is straining, but he holds his gaze firmly even when Jeongguk squeezes his cheeks painfully. “I don’t ask questions when someone is touching what’s mine.”

Jimin raises a challenging eyebrow, “Bunny, what made you think I belonged to you after the shit you and your boyfriend pulled on me tonight? You’re lucky I’m blessing you with my presence. So tread carefully, m’kay sweetheart?” The honey-brunet finishes hitting the younger’s wrist, making Jeongguk lose his grip. Jimin rubs his jaw softly, letting a menacing laugh fill the awkward silence. “Oh, and if you ever find yourself trying to yank me around like I’m a lifeless doll, I will break your jaw. So, don’t fucking touch me, unless you want your fingers broken. Got that, Bunny?”

Jeongguk’s face falls into confusion as he takes a small step back. Yoongi raises an eyebrow, grip tightening on the steel resting in his hand as he focuses his attention on Jimin and Jimin alone. “Jimin… do you want to repeat that for me?”

“Yeah, what the fuck are you talking about? Last time I checked you were moaning and whimpering happily underneath me and my boyfriend’s hands. So really, why are you bitching?” Jeongguk laughs humorlessly while crossing his arms with a tilt of his head.

Yoongi groans, “Jeongguk-” He tries to interrupt the impending explosion between the pair, but he’s a fraction too late. Jimin is already jumping to his feet pushing Jeongguk’s chest until the raven-haired younger is dramatically stumbling away from the corner and nearly falling over.

“Bitching?! What the fuck did I tell you about calling me a bitch? Jeongguk you are a fucking piece of shit and for the sake of that goddamn smug face, I’m leaving! Fuck you both!” Jimin yells, flipping both men off before stomping towards the bedroom door in an attempt to make a dramatic exit. It’s all a show, but if one thing Jimin’s good at it’s putting on a show. However, he only gets a few steps forward before he feels an arm wrapped around his waist tightly.

Jimin starts to struggle, but he pauses when he sees the milky complexion of the elder holding his middle. “Jimin, stop.” Yoongi says, tightening his hold on the younger. “I need you to tell me what’s wrong. You don’t get to just walk out of here and leave like that. You’re going to calm the fuck down and talk to me.” The elder says lowly, pressing his front right up against Jimin’s back.

“No, I’m leaving.” Jimin growls, starting to pull away from Yoongi, only to be turned around to face the silver-haired male who looks more than unimpressed.

Jimin meets his gaze, but the elder casually flashes the gun he’s been holding since the beginning of the entire interaction. “That wasn’t an option.”

A jolt of fear rushes through the honey-brunet at the subtle threat, but nonetheless he relents. Huffing out a low sigh, hanging his head briefly before looking in Jeongguk’s direction while addressing Yoongi. “I’m not talking unless he leaves.”

“What?! This is my house, why the fuck would I leave?” The raven-haired younger yells indignantly, crossing his arms.

“Go downstairs.” Yoongi calmly says, eyes not leaving Jimin’s face.

“Yoongi!” Jeongguk screeches.

“I said go! I’m going to talk to Jimin and since it’s clear you’re too emotional to actually behave like the ‘dominant’ of My submissive, then you can sit downstairs like I just told you to do while I talk to Jimin. I’m not repeating myself.” Yoongi states, letting go of Jimin and walking back to the bedside table and putting the gun away. “Go and close the door behind you.”

Jimin watches how Jeongguk struggles to obey, fist clenching and unclenching as he stands stock-still with an agonized expression. “But..”

“Jung Jeongguk, I’m not in the fucking mood. Do I need to remind you of your fucking place? Or has Jimin’s presence made you forget that you are never higher than me. When I tell you to do something, you do it. No fucking questions or do you need a reminder of your rules?” Yoongi grits, slamming the drawer shut before turning to Jimin with a school expression of complete blankness. “Jimin, find somewhere to sit because it’s clear you have a lot to say.”

Jimin just stiffly nods his head, turning back to his comfort chair in the corner of the room with slow steps. He can practically hear his heart thumping loudly in his ears as he approaches the chair. He’s not sure what the outcome of tonight will be but hearing the way Yoongi easily dismissed his own boyfriend sends uncertainty straight through his core. Jimin’s so lost in his own aching head that he doesn’t even hear the raven-haired male’s approaching steps. It’s not until Jeongguk’s voice is directly in his ear, does he notice the younger’s presence directly behind him. “You won’t make it out of this room alive if you touch him.”

Jimin just turns around casually with a dead expression. “If I’m going to die, I’m taking him with me. So, do what your master told you to do and go downstairs like a good little bunny.” He doesn’t wait for a response; he just plops down on the chair with a challenging tilt of his head.

There’s a weighted silence between the feuding males before the silver-haired elder clears his throat loudly. Jeongguk wordlessly exits the room, making sure to slam the door so harshly the wood practically rattles violently. Yoongi rolls his eyes at the obvious sign of discontent from the youngest, but he presses on. “Now Jimin, would you like to tell me why you and Jeongguk are suddenly at each other’s throats again? Last time I checked everything was peaches and cream, so the fact that you two woke me up for some fucking nonsense is baffling. So, I need you to open your mouth and talk to me like an adult. What’s your issue tonight?”

Jimin sits with his legs crossed and arms resting on the leather chair. His face is set with a firm gaze. “You know what? How about we play a little game.. if you win, I will stay. If you lose, you will never hear from me again.”

Yoongi perks a brow, “Are you kidding me right now? You seriously want to play fucking games with me like this is some kind of joke?! I asked you a direct question and I expect a direct fucking answer. I’m not playing any games unless I’m the one setting the rules. So on some real shit, are you being serious right now?”

Jimin just shrugs his shoulders like all of his insides aren’t twisting and boiling at the mere thought of actually talking to Yoongi about everything. Vulnerability is something scary for him and the only way for this issue to be resolved is to open up, but he’s far from ready to do something like that. The last time he was open about his feelings with the silver-haired elder, he found himself climaxing to the most hurtful words someone could say while Jimin was in his subspace.

“Deadly, it’s just a simple game. Follow my commands until the end of the scene and you win. Disobey me and I will make sure neither of you ever see me again. Think of it as a way to make amends to me for the shit you both pulled tonight.” Jimin responds with a smirk. “Or I can just walk out now. Your choice, Sir…” The honey-brunet mocks with a faux smile.

Yoongi grits his teeth, looking at Jimin with a pointed stare. “What part of tonight gave you the impression that what I say is up for discussion? If Jeongguk can’t get away with not listening to my word, then what makes you think you have any ground to stand on? I already said I’m not in the mood for games. So start talking, right now Kitten.”

“Oh no, you don’t get to call me that right now. You fucking lost that privilege when you decided to fucking talk about me like I wasn’t worth shit! So either play the fucking game or I’m out that fucking door.” Jimin yells, standing up and walking to the elder with clenched fists. The comforts of the isolated leather chair no longer feeling like a veil of protection, so he goes straight for the danger zone. “I swear on everything I love; I’m not repeating myself so fucking answer me.” He tries to come off as confident but standing directly in front of Yoongi only makes him feel small.

The room is tensely quiet, Jimin standing over a seated Yoongi. The honey-brunet’s legs are subconsciously between the silver-haired male’s spread legs on the bed. Jimin stares down the elder with a fire in his eyes that Yoongi quells with a single look. Yoongi lets out a long drawn out sigh, lifting a careful hand and taking the younger’s chin between his hands. “We’re not playing any games, Jimin. Now tell me what hurt you so badly that you’d rather risk your life running from me. Where’s the Jimin that has all that mouth? Not afraid to go toe-to-toe with my ferocious Bunny? Right now all I’m seeing is a frightened kitty trying to pose as a threatening panther.” The silver beauty tilts his head, though his tone feels nothing short of condescending.

The tension is so thick you can cut it with a butcher knife. Nobody speaks for what seems like hours. Jimin feels a lump growing in his throat. He hates the way Yoongi doesn’t give in or allow Jimin to run the show despite the fact that he is the sole reason he’s upset. He hates the way his heart beats uncomfortably in his chest, the way the words from earlier start dancing in his mind. It makes his resolve crumble, his facade dropping just like his mental stability when he allowed Yoongi to carry out a series of scenes with him earlier in the night. “Before tonight were you going to leave me?”

The elder scrunches his eyebrows, turning his head to the side in a silent moment to himself. Jimin studies his every move, hoping that the elder will tell him the truth instead of sugar coating his words for the sake of the moment. “No, I wasn’t going to leave you. I promised Jeongguk I would give you a chance and that’s what I’ve been doing. Was I happy with your obedience or the way you had been behaving? No, but you knew that.”

Jimin feels the way his chest tightens, and his lips tremble the longer he stands in front of the other. “You said that you couldn’t believe you wanted to get rid of me. So what the hell does that mean if you seriously didn’t want to throw me to the side? I’m not fucking disposable! So why are you and Jeongguk talking about me like I’m just a whore you’re deciding to play with for the fuck of it all.”

“When did I even say that?” Yoongi asks and the genuine confusion on the other’s face makes Jimin just crumble, tears immediately start burning his eyes. “Jimin… baby, don’t cry.” The elder whispers, pulling Jimin onto the bed with him.

It’s the fact that the elder can’t even remember saying something that’s been literally playing on repeat since the moment he woke up. That one little sentence that apparently meant nothing more than a string of words, cut Jimin deeper than anything he could have heard coming from Yoongi’s lips. He pulls away from the silver haired male with red, stinging eyes. “You said it right before I passed out, like I suddenly wouldn’t be able to hear a single word you two were exchanging.”

Yoongi runs a hand through Jimin’s honey locks sympathetically, “You know, if I said that to you then I’m sorry, Kitten. I was in my zone, and I wasn’t fully conscious of my words I was just running on my instinct. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, especially when you were submitting so beautifully for me.”

“So your instinct is to hurt me?” Jimin sniffles, leaning further away from the elder. “Are you fucking kidding me?! I’m supposed to be able to trust you… hell, I do trust you but what you said fucked me up. I woke up and felt like the worst piece of shit from the minute I opened my eyes. I dragged myself out of your bed and was trying to leave! The only reason I’m even still here is because Jin ran into me and took care of me long enough for me to settle down before Jeongguk barged in and dragged me in here to do this.”

“Is that why Jeongguk was so mad?” Yoongi asks, pulling Jimin’s legs onto his lap and massaging the younger’s thighs. “Why didn’t you come to me?”

“Did you miss the part where I said I heard you said that you were happy you didn’t get rid of me? In what world would I crawl to you because I felt a way? You’re lucky I didn’t knock you upside your head in your sleep.” The honey-brunet rolls his eyes, groaning when the elder rubs a particularly sore spot.

The silver-haired male lets out another sigh, “That’s how this works. You are to come to Me for anything and if I’m not available you go to Jeongguk. I frankly don’t give a fuck if you’re pissed off, sad, or annoyed; you are to always come to me. There’s not a single instance from this moment on that I am ever to hear you ran into the arms of another man. That’s the type of shit that’ll end your life real quick. I come first; you hear me?”

Jimin’s eyes widen at the implication that he’d lose his life for doing something as simple as seeking comfort from another human being, but he swallows the shiver down. Hearing that it’s either Yoongi or Jeongguk or death he grimaces. But Yoongi doesn’t even blink at the other, even when he tenses under his touch. “Let me let you in on a little secret. When you agreed to being Mine, you signed your life over to Me. When Jeongguk came to me and told me that you were worth the added stress you tried to pull on us in the beginning, I told him that I’d give you a chance. So that’s what I’ve done, and you’ve shown you are worth it, but you need to learn to respect the hierarchy of this relationship because if you overstep, that might be your last. Do you understand me?”

“I didn’t do anything with Seokjin. I was out on the balcony down the hall, and he helped me get my shit together. We were just getting to know each other; it was nothing more than that. So...” Jimin groans, throwing his head back in exasperation.

Yoongi just gives the younger an annoyed side-eye, “You are NEVER to find yourself ‘snuggled’ up to another one of my men because that’s not acceptable behavior in this relationship or within this lifestyle. That’s not up for discussion. And you need to keep our business private.”

“Don’t put me in that type of situation and I’ll keep our business between us.” Jimin states plainly, before he looks to the elder with searching eyes. “Where does this leave us?”

Yoongi takes the honey-brunet’s face in his hands gently. “I meant what I said when we were in the club. You’re Mine. I didn’t bring you home because I wanted to throw you away. I brought you home because I wanted to see how well you fit in my home, in my bed, in my life. You are in training as my submissive and are on the way to being my boyfriend.” He says softly, pressing a kiss on the younger’s lips. “I’m your Dominant. I’m your lifeline. If I didn’t want you, you’d be dead already. There’s only one way out of this relationship with me and Jeongguk, so as long as you’re still on his earth you know where you stand with us.”

The honey-brunet just sits quietly trying to process everything Yoongi just said. Not only did his life get threatened, but his position was solidified by the exact same string of threats. He’s not sure what to make of the position he is officially in within the three-way dynamic.

“Oh and Jimin?” Yoongi smiles wickedly with an amused smirk.

Jimin hums, looking at the silver-haired male with a curious glance.

“If you ever pull some shit like this or try to leave me, I will kill you.” He states boredly, looking directly at the younger with a dead stare. “Remember, from here on out your life belongs to me. You only breathe because I allow you to.”

Jimin just gives Yoongi a crazed, darkly wicked smile. What the fuck did he get himself into.

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Possessive.

Originally, that wasn’t the first word that came to mind when Jimin thought of Yoongi, actually it was probably the furthest from his mind entirely. The honey-brunet was aware that the other had many sides to him that he hadn’t yet experienced in their short time frame of knowing each other, but he thought he read him well enough. Was Yoongi a dominant male? Of course, it would be impossible for Yoongi to be Agust D if he were anything less. Sometimes the dominance exuding off of the elder was almost eerie in a way, like at the club when there wasn’t a force on earth that compared to the way he was able to pin Jimin with a single look. However, none of that really equates to possessive and Jimin was starting to think that Yoongi simply lacked the desire. Honestly, Jimin only pegged a certain Bunny to be more of the type of man who wanted nothing more than to put the honey-brunet on a tight leash. That was very on brand.

So, when it came to the silver-haired elder, Jimin just viewed him as quietly attentive. The kind of man who silently directed and moved situations in his favor in subtly effective ways. The kind of man who didn’t have enough time to worry about the petty little things a more possessive lover would, but it seems that all of that couldn’t be further from the truth. Yoongi had more than enough time to embark on his possessive nature without hesitance or a second thought. Where there used to be just enough room for the younger to not see the other’s true nature when dealing with Yoongi, the shift in their dynamic has once again thrown Jimin for a loop. As unofficial as their dynamic is to this very date, the shift is nothing less than heavy and nearly suffocating.

If you ever try to leave me, I will kill you.

That was the true mark of the unknown beast hiding underneath Yoongi’s mostly composed surface. It was the beginning of Jimin treading into uncharted territory, something that he thought he was prepared for. However, he never anticipated he would have to face dealing with two men who would so easily dispose of him. A statement like that was something he’d expect from Jeongguk, the two of them are like a flame to gasoline, deadly. On the other hand, when those words slipped past the elder’s lips it felt more like a legitimate warning to tread lightly in his presence. It wasn’t said with a hint of sexual tension or lacking the heat of a real threat, no it was a promise between Jimin and the couple. If Jimin decided to leave, he was dead. That was as clear as it was going to get, and the honey-brunet came to a point of quiet acceptance.

The only problem with what was said that night, was the fact that Jimin didn’t quite anticipate Yoongi wasn’t going to be giving him an opportunity to even attempt to leave anytime soon. With those words, Yoongi had officially shackled Jimin to himself and once the honey-brunet was aware of that, he didn’t even dare to breath too hard around the Dominant.

Any infraction was met with firmly and swiftly. Bruises were beginning to bloom along Jimin’s hips and arms, almost as dark as the ones sitting proudly on his ass. Though unlike the bruises that were from a very promising spanking, the ones on his arms serve as a reminder of Yoongi’s unforgiving grip imprinted on his skin. The silver-haired male is definitely a man of very few words, but he was always more than happy to show Jimin exactly how he felt at all times. So, one upside to everything that was happening was that the guessing game was up and Jimin was learning to adjust to meet those new expectations.

“And where the fuck do you think you’re going? I must have missed the part where I dismissed you. Or do you dismiss yourself?” The silver-haired male questioned rhetorically, the night everything had went to shit and temporarily exploded between the three. Yoongi’s face remained stoic even as his grip had become crushing against Jimin’s forearm. The honey-brunet had looked at the elder in confusion as he gently tried to remove his arm from the other and go home. Honestly, Jimin had thought that was the natural progression and response to having such an explosive night. You separate and allow everyone to cool down and maybe you meet up a few days later to make amends. Hell, Jimin knew that one thing for certain was that the situation needed to deescalate when it came to Jeongguk more than anything. From the way they were just at each other’s throats it was in everyone’s best interest if they took time to process things separately. But, from the perk eyebrow and slight anger radiating from the elder, Jimin didn’t think Yoongi was on the same page. “I want you to think real hard about your next move. Because if you keep pulling from me, we’re going to have a real problem, Kitten.”

You only breathe because I allow you to.

The silent threat had made those words flash dangerously in the honey-brunet’s mind. It was at that very moment that any remaining fight Jimin had from the night or desire to leave the mansion that night had completely drained from his body. What was the point in fighting it? He wanted to be here as much as Yoongi wanted him there. A part of him knew it was probably healthier if he left and insisted on going home, but that just wasn’t what he wanted. After spending hours thinking he was truly unwanted and only valued for his momentary submission, the last thing he needed was to be left alone so for once in his life he conceded. Jimin allowed himself to be guided by the elder and led to the bed to be cuddled until I physically hurt.

Yoongi made it a point to apply pressure to Jimin’s already aching, freshly bruised ass and to grip his hips so tightly a dull pain shot down the honey-brunet’s leg. It was the worst form of hurt and comfort Jimin thinks he’s ever experienced outside of a scene. It was intentional pain and Jimin knew it. He had tried to push it to the back of his mind, but with every passing minute he just knew Yoongi was meaning to hurt him. When the younger was finally irked enough to complain, Yoongi had only tightened his hold around Jimin’s waist until he could barely breathe through the crushing pressure. “You’re getting off so easy compared to what I really want to do to you. The only reason I’m not doing what I please is because I’m being nice to you. So, keep pushing my buttons if you want to and I promise you’ll be begging to just sleep in a slightly uncomfortable position.” The silver-haired male growled against the younger’s ear like it was some twisted lullaby, biting down on the flesh until Jimin hissed in pain and tried to squirm away. “Just because I haven’t grabbed you by your neck and reminded you of your place beneath me, doesn’t mean I won’t. Behave. Do you understand me, Jimin?”

Jimin just closed his mouth, nodded his head, and hoped things would be more mellow in the morning. That maybe some of the tensions would somehow bleed away just like the night would and when the sun was up, they all could pretend nothing happened. And despite the threat, something warm stirred in his chest. Yoongi was still giving him attention and speaking to him like his Dominant. It was clear to Jimin that he was still wanted, and he wasn’t about to be discarded like some disposable cup. It was enough to make Jimin swallow any smart remarks that may have been on the tip of his tongue and gave him what he needed to settle into the elder’s hold. Jimin was sure that by morning things would’ve been better.

It's been three days since then. Three whole days of being here. An entire fucking 72-hours later and Yoongi still has yet to loosen his grip on Jimin’s metaphorical leash and it’s more than evident that the elder has no intentions on giving him any slack. Anywhere out of the elder’s immediate arm’s reach is strictly prohibited and is always met with a firm and sift reminder that Jimin’s no longer in charge of his own body for the foreseeable future.

Jimin’s been pushed this way and pulled that way like he was simply another extension of Yoongi’s body. The silver-haired elder’s insistent hands constantly bruising his honey skin is all the clarity he needs. Though the younger would be lying if he said that there weren’t a few perks to being Yoongi’s personal shadow. Jimin’s had the pleasure of the elder’s undivided attention when he actually wanted it. He was on the receiving end of plenty of lingering touches and gentle nips at his neck whenever the elder was feeling especially touchy. But even the pleasant affections only extend so far.

However, what was becoming more than notable was his restricted access beyond the walls of their gaudy mansion. Jimin even hinting at the possibility of wanting to leave or better yet the general desire to go home is enough to make the silver-haired male livid with the honey-brunet. There wasn’t a single excuse Jimin could make that the elder deemed worthy enough of relinquishing that control, not Jimin’s shifts at the library nor his need to attend any lectures. All excuses fell on deaf ears. To be fair, Jimin did make up everything up but from his understanding Yoongi didn’t know that. So where at first it was flattering, knowing the elder wanted Jimin to stay in his presence and was basically showing Jimin off like a prize possession, after the second day it was getting to be more than ridiculous.

He wasn’t some moody teenager that needed to be “grounded” because he can’t handle his testosterone levels increasing and he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. But Yoongi could care less and at this point, the honey-brunet was happy to still be able to piss without an audience. So, he sucked it up in favor of holding onto the small ounce of independence he still had. Some things weren’t worth the fight because in the end even if he hated the reasoning behind the “punishment”, he craved the attention. Yoongi going out of his way to even do this much meant he still cared and that meant something to Jimin. Even if he kind of wants to choke the elder male to sleep at times.

However, something that’s been irritating Jimin more than the constant tugging at his body and more than the strict supervision without the reprieve of anything remotely resembling freedom, is Jeongguk’s absence through it all. It’s more than evident that the youngest was actively keeping his distance and with Yoongi constantly breathing down Jimin’s neck, the honey-brunet wasn’t in the position to go looking for the missing Bunny and he knew Jeongguk knew that. So, all Jimin can do is wait expectantly for someone he knows will never show if the choice is left to him. That alone is creating a deep-rooted frustration that’s just sitting in the pit of his stomach with each passing minute Jimin doesn’t see or hear from Jeongguk.

It’s like his blood is simmering on a low boil and the absence of Jeongguk only threatens to make it explode. It strikes a certain nerve in the depths of his soul that he’s being punished not only by Yoongi who has restricted his access beyond the elder’s set parameters, but he’s also getting the cold shoulder from Jeongguk. Whereas Yoongi might be a little overbearing, Jeongguk’s blatant refusal to acknowledge him feels like he’s being abandoned.

Whenever the two are in the same room, which is a rarity, Jeongguk treats him like he’s invisible. Seeing Jeongguk happens less often than Jimin would’ve expected considering it’s partly Jeongguk’s damn mansion, so it’s more than obvious everything is intentional. The younger will brush past him in the kitchen but will refuse to talk to him or even make eye contact. If the brunet walks into Yoongi’s room and sees Jimin anywhere nearby, the younger will huff, walk right out, and slam the door. The silver-haired elder always just rolls his eyes and continues whatever he was doing, waving it off as some sort of tantrum. So Jimin tried to ignore it too.

However, it’s even at a point where Jeongguk sleeps in a separate bedroom, which Yoongi does mention is a little off since they’ve apparently slept in the same room for months leading up until now. Then he follows it up by saying it also isn’t too uncommon for Jeongguk to look for distance when he’s upset, so Jimin shouldn’t read into it. Jimin’s insides twist with every encounter, or lack thereof.

The constant separation makes it nearly impossible to catch the younger or to make amends. Jimin is beyond frustrated and hurt. So, any potential punishment be damned, Jimin’s going to find Jeongguk and they’re going to talk whether he likes it or not. Jeongguk may not want to talk to him, but he’s sure he can provoke the younger enough to at least notice him. It’s time to play and Jimin has a certain Bunny in his sights.

-

It's early afternoon when Jimin finally gets the chance to sneak away from Yoongi when he’s called away by Seokjin to speak with their boss. It’s announced in a hushed whisper, the honey-brunet only being able to decipher someone by the name of Hoseok needs to speak to Yoongi about something work related. Just as the two are whispering on one side of the room, Jimin stands at the window looking out at the wide expansion of the backyard. It’s a very lush spread of land, it’s just as luxurious as this gaudy mansion and admittedly Jimin’s a bit impressed. There’s a large pool area that looks something akin to a private lake or oasis with a built-in waterfall and just beyond that there seems to be another house. Jimin can only assume it’s a pool house of some sort because who the fuck needs two mansions on the same property? It’s yet another reminder that these men come from more money than he’s ever seen in a lifetime. Not entirely off-putting, but it surely makes his little apartment seem like a broke down basement in comparison. If his parents could see him now, they’d for sure be foaming at the mouth for a piece of the pie.

Jimin continues to gawk at the scenery as he hears Yoongi shuffle around the bedroom, presumably getting dressed and gathering whatever supplies he needs. Changing from sweats to a suit and grabbing his gun from the nightstand. That’s when Jimin finally lays eyes on the man he’s been only able to catch glances of. Relaxing in plain sight, lounging on a patio chair near the waterfall, scrolling on his phone is Jeongguk. It’s perfect timing and Jimin sends a special thank you to all the powers at be for the opportunity. The plan is already formulating in his head from the second he sees the younger.

Once Yoongi leaves, Jimin will make his way outside and make the evasive brunet fucking acknowledge him. Jeongguk’s little game of cat and mouse is over, now Jimin’s own game of Russian roulette begins. Catching Jeongguk by surprise can go one of two ways, extremely well and cordial or on the opposite spectrum. Jeongguk is either going to listen or Jimin’s going to have to resort to more extreme measures. The honey-brunet bites his lip in concentration as he watches the way the brunet casually rolls a blunt while he talks on the phone. His shirt is sitting next to him, leaving his tattoos and chiseled chest on display and Jimin can almost feel himself drooling at the sight. If the younger wasn’t being such an ass, he’d happily blow him poolside.

Jimin’s so lost in his thoughts and planning that he almost misses the words Yoongi is actively directing at him. All it takes is a couple snaps of the elder’s fingers to rein him back in. Jimin moves away from the window, huffing in feigned disinterest of the view as he plops down onto the mattress as the silver-haired male continues to drone on about his expectations of the honey-brunet in his absence. Jimin tries to remain impassive with each smothering direction and direct command. The general takeaway, from what Jimin’s gathered from his half-assed attempt to pay attention, is that he’s expected to do what he’s been doing for the past 3-days: stay out of sight.

Jimin plans to follow that particular rule, just not in the way he knows Yoongi means. What he was asked to do was to stay in the bedroom. The younger knows he’s not going to do that, not with Jeongguk so close and out in the open for the first time in what feels like months. So, he lies through his teeth, barely looking up so as to not give even an inkling of his plans to do anything but what was requested. Part of him is saying he should just ask Yoongi, but Jimin’s the type to ask for forgiveness rather than permission.

“I’ll be back in about an hour. Do not leave this room. Do you understand Me?” Yoongi commands, the question is nothing that can be denied and Jimin knows better than to voice anything other than agreement. He only has this one chance to surprise Jeongguk and if the elder even thinks he’s going to disobey, he wouldn’t put it past him to tie him to the damn bedpost until he returns. He can’t risk Yoongi choosing Jeongguk’s side and blocking him from ever having this conversation, or at least on his terms.

So, instead of looking up at the elder and letting the defiance surface on his face, he keeps his head cast down and lets out a low, “Yes, Sir.” A honorific that has been expected since the moment the two made up that night and the Dominant decided to hold him hostage. When Yoongi still doesn’t leave the room, the younger quickly tacks on a quiet, “I understand. I’ll be here when you get back. Promise.” Which isn’t a lie. He does intend on being back in the bedroom before the elder returns or at least somewhere nearby with Jeongguk.

Yoongi just hums out an agreeable sound, slowly making his way to Jimin who’s just sitting on the bed staring at the bedding. Raising the honey-brunet’s head with a firm hold on his chin, the elder lowly whispers, “If you disobey Me, I promise you’ll be more than sorry.” He nips at Jimin’s lip, teasingly. Jimin just gulps nervously barely responding to the kiss, nodding his head. The elder raises a curious brow, squinting at other’s reaction. Jimin can feel his heart thumping harshly in his chest the longer the other stares at him.

But before the interaction can stretch any longer there’s a loud knock on the door. “Agust! Hope needs you now!” A feminine voice calls out from the other side of the door. “Master told me to come get you.”

“Guess you better go.” Jimin smiles, stealing a short kiss as the elder huffs and heads out the door. Once the door closes and several minutes pass ensuring the eldest isn’t coming back, Jimin springs into action. It’s time to get his Bunny.

-

Jimin walks with purpose, a certain thrum of adrenaline pumping through his veins as he makes his way towards the man responsible for his undiluted fury. Where the honey-brunet had been feeling like he was just floating through the days, now Jimin feels a fire ignited in his chest the closer he gets to the younger. So, though his mind is racing in every direction, wondering just how this interaction will play out, his steps are slow and calculated- almost lazy. The smell of chlorine and weed waft through his nose as his heart picks up speed, nearly bursting out of his chest. The young brunet lets out a loud laugh, either too absorbed in his phone call to notice Jimin or it’s another blatant refusal to acknowledge him. Either way, the honey-brunet doesn’t care. He wants his Bunny’s attention and not even the Devil himself can stop him.

Jeongguk is leaning back against the lounge chaise with his legs spread on either side of the chair, puffing at the blunt rolled in his hand. Words that mean absolutely nothing to Jimin are spilling from the younger’s lips, coated in smoke and honey. Whoever the younger is talking to must be really friendly, judging by the smile adorning his face. Jimin clicks his tongue in annoyance, something ugly starting to stir in his chest the longer he goes unnoticed. So naturally, Jimin tries to gain Jeongguk’s attention in a subtle but slightly respectful way, standing beside the chair expectantly. The honey-brunet’s shadow practically covers the entirety of the sun, but still there’s no acknowledgement. Not even when Jimin lets out a loud sigh and crosses his arms indignantly. “Jeongguk…”

The dismissive brunet just keeps puffing away and conversing as if Jimin’s looming figure was nothing more than a convenient umbrella protecting him from the blaring sun.

It’s one thing to ignore him when Jimin isn’t allowed to engage beyond what Yoongi allows. It’s one thing to pretend you don’t feel the burning stare of someone when you’re storming through the halls. It’s even one thing to not acknowledge the brushing of shoulders whenever they’re close. It’s another thing entirely to disregard him when he’s actually fucking trying. Not only is he risking pissing off Yoongi, who will for sure want to beat his ass a whole new shade of purple and blue, but he’s casting away his pride to fix things. Something that doesn’t come easy to him is vulnerability. So the longer he stands here like a dumb child waiting for daddy to look at him, it only tugs at that dark place in his subconscious that only Jeongguk can seem to find.

Jimin pokes his tongue into the side of his cheek as the anger boils over. Guess it’s time to play.

With his entire body shaking with rage, Jimin roughly snatches the phone from the other’s ear and immediately tosses it into the waterfall. The force from the phone hitting the rocks leaves the device shattering and breaking off into the pretty serene water. All that can be heard is the initial impact and then the small little plops of the various cellphone parts hitting the water before effectively sinking under the cascading water. Jimin smirks at the sight, not an ounce of remorse can be detected in his smug grin. If anything the sound of the phone being destroyed soothes a bit of the ache he was starting to feel in his chest.

Jimin then turns back to the younger, but what he sees makes the grin melt right off his face in a matter of seconds.

Instead of the anticipated shocked, wide-eyed, and maybe slightly confused face of Jeongguk, he’s met with a blank stare. Considering Jimin feels he’s thoroughly cornered the brunet; the lack of emotion is concerning. The brunet isn’t showing any signs of agitation, Jimin would categorize the look as carefully empty which is unnerving. Jimin gulps dryly. Something is off, but he’s come too far to just walk back into the house empty handed.

Jeongguk takes another drag from his blunt, making a show of blowing the smoke slowly. His eyes burn holes into Jimin’s very being and the prolonged silence starts to make his skin crawl. The honey-brunet starts awkwardly shuffling in place, walking over to the end of the chair, looking back at the waterfall. “Jeongguk, are you done playing these stupid games?” Jimin tries to get the younger to engage, but he doesn’t bite. “Seriously…”

The young brunet just continues to smoke, ashing the embers on the ground next to him. And because Jimin feels like he’s losing ground he stomps up to the seated younger and slaps the burning stick to the ground with a growl.  "Stop fucking ignoring me! Or do I need to find someone else to occupy my time?” Jimin pokes the other’s chest with a finger harshly, but despite the reddening flesh, Jeongguk just raises an eyebrow.

Jimin tries harder.

“You know what? Fuck you, Jeongguk! You throw a fucking fit because you see me sitting with Seokjin, but then you run away like a little bitch when I try and talk to you?!” Jimin screams, punctuating every word with another sharp press of his fingers into the younger’s chest. Jeongguk’s eyes cut to him. “If this is all you have to offer me as a boyfriend, then maybe I should consider fucking Jin instead.” Jimin bites, standing up, having had bent over to get into the brunet’s face.

Jimin contemplates continuing, but giving one look at Jeongguk whose face has gone from blank to pissed, sates his anger enough. “Fuck you and your boyfriend. I’m leaving.”

The honey-brunet turns to leave, already a few steps away from the younger when his stride is cut short. In the time it took for Jimin to take two steps, Jeongguk rises up from his seat and forcefully grabs the elder’s shoulders to spin him back around. Jimin’s breath hitches and his heart stops momentarily as he’s face to face with the younger’s dark fury. The fuming brunet wraps a single hand around Jimin’s throat, squeezing enough to cut his airflow. “Jimin you really piss me off, you know that?” He growls lowly. “You’re just an untrained puppy constantly looking for attention. It’s so fucking sad that you thought this was the way to get my fucking attention, but it’s okay. We’re gonna play, but first you’re gonna beg.”

Every word is followed by even more pressure against his throat and Jimin can barely get a breath in to save his life. He can feel his knees growing weak and the urge to claw at the younger’s hands increases by the second, but he knows that’s not what Jeongguk really wants. He doesn’t want Jimin to back down so easily and honestly the honey-brunet is willing to give the younger anything he wants as long as he gets more. So instead of rolling over and showing his belly, he bites with what little breath he has in his lungs. “Then make me beg, you fucking coward. I’ve never been afraid of a little bunny.”

It takes less than a second before Jimin knows he hit the jackpot. Jeongguk’s pupils dilate morphing his doe brown eyes into nearly pitch black holes. Jimin feels himself becoming weightless and his footing is nonexistent as he flails frantically. A loud scream is all that he can manage before the breath is knocked out of him as his body is slammed into the lounge chair. He groans and tries to wiggle away before a knife is pressed to his plush lips, almost nicking the skin. How Jeongguk always seems to have some sort of weapon on him, is beyond Jimin. Just the sting of the blade grounds him.

“And tell me, why shouldn't I cut your fucking tongue out of that pretty mouth of yours." He sneers, glare fierce and grip crippling on the elder’s jaw. He looks feral and Jimin loves the press of the younger's body against him, pinning him in place.

"Because I know how to use it." He challenges the younger without missing a beat, completely serious. Jimin’s breathing is labored from the impact, but his eyes don't waver.

Jeongguk just laughs sinisterly, “You don’t and that’s your fucking problem.” The younger presses down on the elder’s lip until Jimin feels blood starting to pool on the surface. The taste of iron floods his mouth, “But don’t worry. I’m going to fix that.” Jeongguk promises.

Jimin stares harshly at the younger, fist clenching at his sides at the insult. “You can try all you want, but it takes more than a little cut to make me submit.”

“You think because I haven’t slit your throat for the shit you pulled that makes you safe?” The brunet mocks. “Puppy, the only reason you haven’t turned up in the Han River is because you’ve piqued my interest.” He starts, gently dragging the tip of the switchblade along Jimin’s jaw. “But you see… there’s something I need to teach you about catching my interest. Once you do, you’re Mine and I’ve always played roughly with my toys.” Jeongguk smirks as the steel reaches the elder’s jugular.

Jimin smiles, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Good thing I’m not a toy.”

“Oh you are and today will be your first lesson in that.” The younger grins maniacally. “And if you don’t get it right, you’ll be leaving me and my boyfriend in a body bag. Deal?” The brunet bargains, even if the deal is nothing more than a pretty threat laced in false securities.

“I thought you want me, Bunny. Thought you wanted to play.” Jimin quirks, pouting up at the younger who just chuckles darkly before leaning down and biting the elder’s bleeding lip harshly. The honey-brunet winces at the insistent pressure, struggling under Jeongguk’s firm hold. The pain is like a hot poker shooting through him as the younger continues to bite down like he’s attempting to sever the elder’s lip in two. It takes Jimin wrenching a hand free to yanks at the brunet’s hair for his lip to be released. “Fucking bastard!”

Jeongguk simply smiles, licking at the purpling flesh lightly. Jimin turns his head away, hand going to his mouth to poke at the swollen lip, glaring at the younger. Jeongguk stands up, stretching his arms over his head with a low groan. “Now, kneel for Me puppy.”

Jimin looks up at the smirking younger who's exuding more dominance than he’s ever felt, and a deep dread falls over him. Maybe he should have just asked Yoongi to set this up. With the way the younger starts to mindlessly twirl the blade in his hand while pointedly staring at Jimin, it’s clear the elder bit off more than he can chew. Where he may think Yoongi’s been wildly possessive, Jeongguk is giving off a dangerous aura that says his words were not a request. But still Jimin pushes, “And if I don’t?” He questions, sitting up.

“I’ll slice up that pretty face of yours.” Jeongguk shrugs, “Either way, I’m going to enjoy myself, but will you?”