Blood & Chocolate

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/13249167.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Category: M/M
Fandom: | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationship: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook & Park Jimin
Character: Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster, Kim
Seokjin | Jin, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Mafia AU, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, alternative universe,
Prostitute Park Jimin, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Sex Work,
Prostitution, Lapdance, Teasing, Overstimulation, Hand Jobs, Orgasm
Delay/Denial, Begging, Top Jeon Jungkook, Bottom Park Jimin,
Implied/Referenced Abuse, Dirty Talk, Humiliation kink, Strength Kink,
Competitive Jikook, Sexual Harassment, Physical Abuse, Food Play,
Nipple Play, Pet Names, Grinding, Dry Humping, Aftercare, breath play,
Unresolved Sexual Tension, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Minor Character
Death, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex,
Multiple Orgasms, Biting, Anal Fingering, Wall Sex, Implied/Referenced
Rape/Non-con, Porn With Plot
Stats: Published: 2018-01-03 Completed: 2018-02-10 Chapters: 2/2 Words:
35871

Blood & Chocolate

by MyHope (CutesyMe)

Summary

“What if I only want you to sit on my lap?” the stranger asks, which is an odd request.
People always want Jimin to dance for them. Only sometimes do they ask of him to just sit
on their lap but even then he has to move in some way and not just sit still.

“Same price,” Jimin retorts.

Jungkook spreads his legs slightly and motions to his lap as if it’s the best seat that has ever
been offered to Jimin. “Be my guest.”

Vietnamese translation

Russian translation

Notes

DO NOT REPOST
 This was supposed to be done on January 1st but it got unnecessarily long and now it
doesn't even have the original ending.

So this can either be read as the personas au of satellite-jeon or as a normal Jikook fic, so
anyone not familiar with the persona au can just go on reading and ignore the rest of the
author's note. Hope you have fun. For the rest:

So this is most probably a whole new concept for the majority of you. I'm sure you've
heard of the interview where BTS talk about the stage names Jungkook and Jimin almost
would have gotten. For Jungkook it was Ian, Tattoo and Seagull. For Jimin it was Baby G
and Christian. Well, I've heard people turn this into a multiple persona AU where each
stage name is another "personality" of Jimin/Jungkook. Neither does Jungkook exist as
'Jungkook' here nor does Jimin exist as 'Jimin'.

Quite a couple of readers might be confused about what I meant with "multiple
personalities" so I'll add this here: The thing about multiple personalities is that satellite-
jeon actually took Jungkook three major charateristics and put them into three different
bodies. Ian: Jungkook's determination and ambition, Tattoo: the cute muscle pig that looks
like a badboy but is a sweetheart, and Seagull (Kook): Jungkook's goofiness. They are 3
different humans.

satellite-jeon on tumblr invented whole headcannons for those different personas and that's
where this story come from. HERE is the post about it. And HERE another one.

Just to give you an image of what each personality is like, here are the posts about it:
Jungkook Personas , Jimin Personas

If you want to read satellite-jeon's amazing headcannons then go to the tag on their blog:
personas au

AND A SUPER AWESOME PRIMER with the most important headcannons and character
dynamics. Go read it.

satellite-jeon also gave the characters different names upon the request of he followers (I'm
too lazy to look for that post).

See the end of the work for more notes

 The Chocolate

Jimin watches the water droplets flow down his face, watches his tongue slip out to catch the ones
on his upper lip. The loud bangs on the bathroom door indicate that he has been taking too long. At
least in their opinions. He has only been in there for a hundred and six seconds. He must know. He
was counting.

Jimin dries his face with a rough paper towel and unlocks the bathroom. As soon as he’s out, a
hand fists his hair painfully and shakes his head slightly. “One of these days you’re going to
overdo it,” Dongsun, the nephew of his pimp, snarls in his face.

Jimin wrenches the man’s hand out of his hair, not caring that he pulls out some strands, and
pushes Dongsun away. “Stop acting like my pimp,” Jimin hisses.

He goes to his dressing room, seeing some of his colleagues smile deviously. It doesn’t matter
anyway. Jimin rubs his scalp to soothe the pain and breathes in deeply through his nose. As he
slowly lets the breath out through his lips, he relaxes his face to get rid of the frown. He pushes
away every single emotion that is filling him right now, and fixes his hair and make-up again. Only
six more hours to go and then he can leave for the night.

When Jimin steps out of the dressing room only in leather pants and smoky blue eye makeup,
Dongsun is gone and most of the other prostitutes are already out there. Without any hesitance, he
pulls the heavy curtain aside and enters the main part of the strip club too.

The change from the private back area to the main area of the strip club is astounding. The music is
much louder, the air is mixed with countless scents, thus making it stuffy, and the lighting is
dimmer, darker. Over the loud music Jimin still hears laughter and howling from every direction.
Drinks are being served and there almost just as many half-naked prostitutes like him walking
around as clothed customers.

It’s not a cheap club, belongs to some mafia boss that likes having impressive and expensive clubs,
but like every other strip club it has its distasteful aspects. Jimin earns well here but sadly gets
barely anything of his earnings. Jimin curses his father who left him in this dingy place every day.

A pinch to his ass, that is nothing new, rips him out of his train of thoughts. “Hey there,
sweetheart.”

Jimin suppresses a hiss, more annoyed than hurt, and turns to a member of the mafia who is
standing a meter away from him. Minhyuk is here regularly, has tried getting his hands on Jimin
every single time only to fail again and again because he is only very low on the hierarchy level
and Jimin one of the star prostitutes here.

Jimin smiles and closes the distance between them. He presses the pads of his fingers lightly
against the Minhyuk’s shoulder and leads them down to his chest, making himself appear smaller
in front of the man by curling in on himself. Parted lips and doe eyes do the rest. The effect is
immediate. Minhyuk’s breath stutters and his jaw falls opens.

Jimin smiles coyly, rubs his thumb over Minhyuk’s nipple and whispers, “It’s Baby G, not
sweetheart.” Then he twists the nipple painfully. Minhyuk cries out and Jimin jumps out of the way
before his hand makes contact with him.

“You know the rules,” Jimin yells over the loud music as he walks towards the stage, “Hands off
the goods.”

Minhyuk glares at Jimin murderously, hand rubbing his throbbing nipple, and Jimin turns around.
He walks on stage, gets rid off the awful feeling of being close to someone as low as Minhyuk, and
walks to his assigned pole. Jimin likes dancing freely more but prefers pole dancing on days where
he’s fed up with acting alluring and charming all the time. He knows almost everyone in here, the
ones he doesn’t know aren’t worth dancing for and the regulars worth dancing for aren’t here. The
only one who is, is way over on the other side of the club, far away from Jimin. And yet Jimin gets
a glance from Kim Seokjin that Jimin rewards with sucking his forefinger and middle finger into
his mouth. He hopes Seokjin will come over later. He pays generously, which isn’t the only reason
why Jimin hates seeing his regular with another prostitute.

Lately dancing hasn’t been as much fun as Jimin is trying to make it be. All the powerful men like
Kim Seokjin who like Jimin have not been coming to the club which is why Jimin has been
earning less than he’s used to. This in return resulted in his pimp, Jeonghan, being angry at him and
allowing Dongsun to annoy Jimin.

The high position Jimin has been on since his fifth day on which he stole Kim Seokjin from
another prostitute is threatened to get taken away from him, and he doesn’t like it. He has worked
hard on climbing even higher since that day, he won’t allow being thrown off his high throne just
like that. The fact that there are some troubles in the syndicate doesn’t help, and they must be quite
bad if they are being noticed by some low prostitutes. Jimin doesn’t know what kind of problems
they are but he also doesn’t want to. The less he knows about the syndicate, the easier it will be for
him to leave this hellhole.

Jimin is about to take a small break after dancing for two hours straight, going against direct orders
from Jeonghan that only allows him a break after every fourth hour, when he gets pulled down
from his stage by the pimp himself.

“You’ve been requested. Don’t ruin it,” the old man says and tightens his grip on Jimin’s upper
arm to stress his point. Jimin knows he’s doing it because he’s lacking behind in reaching his set
goal of weekly income.

Jimin waits until Jeonghan has let go of his arm and then follows him to a private area of the club
where there are no stages and the music isn’t as loud. There are booths prepared that aren’t stuck to
each other but are a couple meters away from each other. They are surrounded by thick curtains
that makes peeking in impossible but the curtain that is covering the entrance is see-through.

Jimin almost excitedly jumps up and down in his spot when he notices Kim Namjoon sitting on the
couch, another one of his regulars that hasn’t visited in a long time. Ignoring Jeonghan completely
and the other two men on the couch, Jimin wordlessly enters the booth and bends down to the
small table in front of the couch where a tray with various ingredients and tools is set. He starts
mixing his own favourite drink he always prepares for Namjoon when he calls for Jimin. When
Jimin asked Namjoon once why he wants Jimin to prepare a drink for him, he said watching Jimin
mix it has a calming effect on him. Jimin calls it ‘giving someone the role of the obedient
housewife.’

Jimin pours the drink into a glass, cuts a lemon and sucks too much of his thumb into his mouth
when he licks off the juice running down his fingers. Then he straddles Namjoon’s lap, thighs on
each side, and offers Namjoon the glass. Namjoon looks into Jimin’s eyes and takes a sip, offering
the glass to Jimin. Jimin turns the glass until the spot where Namjoon’s lips touched is right in
front of him and drinks from there. Even though Jimin would like to empty the whole glass, he
only takes one sip, almost moaning out loud at how good the alcohol tastes, and licks his lips in a
calculated swipe of his tongue afterwards.

Jimin smiles at Namjoon expectantly. After all the time they haven’t seen each other, Jimin almost
expects Namjoon to take him to one of the backrooms to fuck him in a completely private area.
Any too sexual acts are forbidden in the booths. Namjoon is one of the few that Jimin likes having
sex with.

Another thing about Namjoon is that he greets Jimin always first. Whereas others want Jimin to
greet them first, acknowledge them and their importance, Namjoon has always insisted on greeting
Jimin first. Jimin had finally found the courage to ask him why after months of knowing him and
all Namjoon said was “Because you deserve it more than anyone else.” After that Namjoon
became Jimin’s favourite customer alongside Kim Seokjin.

Namjoon likes taking care of people which is why it comes as no complete surprise when he says,
“Can you make my friend a drink, too?”

Jimin purses his lips and leans a little closer to Namjoon. “What? No ‘hello’?”

Namjoon parts his lips and his hand comes up to rub Jimin’s side, smiling apologetically. “I’m
sorry. Hello.” Jimin loves his dimples.

Jimin smiles and cocks his head. “Hi.”

Then he gets off Namjoon’s lap, making sure that his naked pectorals get as close to Namjoon’s
face as possible in the process, and kneels on his previous spot in front of the customers so they
can see him. He mixes the drink without putting on too big of a show, adds a straw to this glass –
Namjoon doesn’t like them-, and then walks around the table to offer Namjoon’s friend who is
sitting next to Namjoon the glass with a small smile that he musters up more for Namjoon’s sake.
Jimin makes sure that he bows enough and doesn’t hover above the man because many of them are
insecure and start feeling threatened.

The man closes his fingers around the glass but doesn’t take it out of Jimin’s hand. Jimin loosens
his hold on the glass a little to check that the man is properly holding it and won’t fall to the ground
when Jimin lets go. Jimin is already pulling his hand back when the man asks as if it’s the most
natural thing in the world, “What? No sip of my glass.”

Jimin stares at the man and the way he turns the glass so the straw is right in front of Jimin’s lips.
If there were any doubts about not taking a sip, then they completely evaporated when Namjoon
stroked his hip encouragingly. He leans forward, pokes his tongue out to circle it around the straw
and take it into his mouth, and sucks hard all the while holding eye contact with the man. Then
Jimin pulls back and has to swallow twice because he sucked in too much of the beverage.

Then man is staring at the straw when Jimin turns to face Namjoon again. Jimin smiles when
Namjoon holds his arms out invitingly, more requesting than demanding, and straddles his lap. He
doesn’t question why Namjoon doesn’t ask him to make a drink for the second man too, has
learned very early on in his life not to be too curious.

Namjoon leans forward to put the drink on the table, invading Jimin’s private space in the process.
Jimin knows he did this on purpose. He had plenty time to put the drink on the table before Jimin
straddled him. Jimin smiles when Namjoon leans back and wraps his hands around the back of
Namjoon’s neck.

“It’s been a long time,” Namjoon says.

“Aww,” Jimin coos, “Have you been counting?”

Jimin is rewarded with a dimpled, genuine smile from Namjoon that makes him feel funny. “How
couldn’t I?” Namjoon says and puts one hand lightly on Jimin’s hip. “How have you been?”

Jimin cocks his head and lowers his eyes for a second, lower lip slightly jutting out. “Bored,” Jimin
says in a small voice.

Namjoon’s grip on Jimin’s hip tightens a little. Jimin knows that Namjoon doesn’t buy his
innocent act but Namjoon also knows what goes on behind the curtain in the dressing rooms.
Namjoon knows his real name and why Jimin works in this strip club. And even if it’s an act, it has
an effect on Namjoon anyway, to see Jimin this vulnerable and small in front of him, so it doesn’t
matter. Jimin genuinely likes him anyway.

“How about now?” Namjoon inquires and lowers his head to look Jimin in the eyes.

Jimin looks at Namjoon through his lashes and gives him the sweetest smile he can muster up,
“Better.”

Namjoon nods with a smile and straightens his back. He brushes Jimin’s hair from his eyes to the
side without touching his skin. “I have someone I want you to meet.”

This takes Jimin off guard. Namjoon had his fair share of guests over with him but never did he
directly introduce Jimin to them or them to Jimin. It was obvious that Jimin, the best of the club,
was only there for Namjoon and not his company every time Namjoon visited him. Jimin wonders
what is so different about the man sitting to Namjoon’s right that Namjoon told him to make a
drink for him and want to introduce them. Jimin slides his hands down Namjoon chest until they’re
playing with the buttons of his jacket, looks at the stranger and finds him staring at him already,
drink still in his hand.

Namjoon points at the stranger with his hand and says, “Baby G, that’s Jeon Jungkook. Jeon
Jungkook, Baby G.”

“Hello,” Jungkook says and Jimin wonders if Namjoon told him to greet Jimin first and not ask of
Jimin to do it first. Even if, Jimin doubts that this is the reason why Jungkook greeted him first.

“Hello,” Jimin says, and makes sure he looks Jungkook directly in his face.

Then he turns to Namjoon. Jimin wants to know how Jungkook and Namjoon know each other,
how they’re related to each other for Namjoon to pay this much attention to him while he’s with
Jimin, but Jimin knows not to ask. He already knows too much. If he finds out even more then it’ll
life-threatening.

Jimin is about to talk to Namjoon again when Jungkook speaks up. “You’re beautiful.”

Jimin stares at him speechlessly. That’s nothing new. Jimin knows he’s beautiful. He has worked
his whole life to look the way he does and move with a gracefulness that despite being fake looks
natural, as if he’s been born with it. Jimin has a lot of people complimenting him and his looks on a
daily basis, comes with his job, but barely anyone ever says it to Jimin like Jungkook does, with a
smile that is cocky but lacks the aura of superiority that people try to force on Jimin.

Breathing in, Jimin nods and thanks him. He turns to Namjoon and slides his hands up Namjoon’s
chest. “Tell me about your days.”

So Namjoon does. It’s not about Namjoon’s work. Even if Jimin asked Namjoon for information
he wouldn’t tell Jimin. Not because he doesn’t trust him but because he wants to keep Jimin safe.
What Namjoon tells him about is what he did in his free time, the books he read, the places he
went, new dishes he tried out, and Jimin listens. Most of the times with a jealousy about why he
can’t have that too but he listens. Always listens. This time it’s just that they have a very curious
audience that is making Jimin’s skin prickle with only his gaze.

As Namjoon starts telling him about the philosophy of a German philosopher named Immanuel
Kant, Jimin starts playing with the small strands at the back of Namjoon’s neck to make himself
focus better.

“Shut up.”

Jimin freezes and slips out of his character for long enough to turn to Jungkook with wide eyes.
Jungkook is looking at him with a smile, and for a moment Jimin thinks he must have misheard,
must have imagined it. Never did anyone talk to Namjoon in that tone, let alone tell him to shut up,
but Namjoon is quiet. He has stopped talking and is only looking at Jimin as if it’s the most natural
thing in the world that he has been told to shut up, no offence or anger visible on his face at all.

Jimin looks at Namjoon and breathes in deeply, hands sliding down his chest to his stomach.
Anxiety starts filling him at how quiet Namjoon has gotten, not wanting Namjoon to be treated that
way because he likes the man, and Jimin doesn’t know what to make of it. So he does what he can
do best.

Jimin fixes Namjoon’s shirt although there is nothing wrong with it and asks just to break the
silence. “How do you want me to dance for you?”

Namjoon shakes his head, confusing Jimin, and leans forward until his lips are right next to
Jimin’s ear. “Take care of my friend for me. I have somewhere to be.”

Jimin tries hard not to bodily react but he can’t control the way his eyes widen a fraction and his
body freezes. He gets off of Namjoon’s lap when Namjoon starts getting up and stands with him.
Namjoon stands in front of Jimin, boops his nose and tells him to behave, and then leaves. The
other man follows Namjoon, and Jimin has to force himself not to watch them leave. When he
faces Namjoon’s friend on the couch, he is smirking at Jimin. Jimin already hates his arrogance.

Jimin walks over to him and hovers above him, close enough to the man so he can smell Jimin’s
perfume mixed with his sweat. “I can wait till the next song starts or I start dancing now but then
you’ll have to pay for the whole song and not just half of it.

“What if I only want you to sit on my lap?” the stranger asks, which is an odd request. People
always want Jimin to dance for them. Only sometimes do they ask of him to just sit on their lap but
even then he has to move in some way and not just sit still.

“Same price,” Jimin retorts.

Jungkook spreads his legs slightly and motions to his lap as if it’s the best seat that has ever been
offered to Jimin. “Be my guest.”

Jimin straddles Jungkook’s thighs and puts his hands on his leather jacket. “So you just want me to
sit here?” he asks.

Jungkook raises his drink and holds the glass in front of Jimin’s lips. “Want a sip? You seem to
like this drink.”

“No drinking during ones shift.”

Jungkook presses the straw against Jimin’s lips and asks, “What if the customer wants you to?”

Jimin stares at Jungkook and wonders if he’s serious. Jungkook must think highly of himself if he
believes he can break rules just like that. In the end, Jimin silently parts his lips and closes them
around the straw, not because Jungkook is telling him but because he feels like he’ll need a lot of
alcohol if he wants to remain sane while being with Jungkook.

Jimin makes sure to look deeply into Jungkook’s eyes when he starts sucking. The drink has gotten
a little warm in Jungkook’s hands but it tastes heavenly nonetheless. Jimin could moan at the burn
it causes in his throat and the warmth that starts settling in his gut. He only stops drinking because
Jungkook pulls the glass away, bemoaning the little alcohol that is still left in the glass.

Jungkook turns the straw to himself and finishes the rest. Jimin wants to roll his eyes but
suppresses the urge. Jungkook puts the glass on the table just like Namjoon and Jimin again
doesn’t back off. To his surprise, Jungkook doesn’t lean against the cushion but remains close to
Jimin.

“You really are beautiful,” Jungkook says in a low voice, eyes dropping to Jimin’s lips.

“Thank you,” Jimin retorts. He watches silently as Jungkook raises his hand and touches Jimin’s
face with the pads of his fingers, his thumb pressing against Jimin’s lips. Jimin pushes his hand
away. “Hands off the goods. Strict rule in here,” Jimin explains.

The look on Jungkook’s face clearly tells him that he doesn’t believe him. “And Namjoon is
allowed to touch you?”

“Namjoon is special.”

Jungkook scoffs, offending Jimin. “Please. That boring dude? He started talking about
philosophers to you.”

“Don’t make fun of him. He’s nice,” Jimin protests.

“I’m much better than him.”

“I doubt it.”

Jungkook raises his eyebrows and leans back, his eyes taking in Jimin’s naked torso. Jimin
straightens his back and tightens his stomach, letting his muscles dance.

“What’s your name?” Jungkook asks.

“Baby G,” Jimin retorts with a sweet, fake smile.

Jungkook smiles. “Not your stage name, your real name.”

He isn’t the first one to ask. Jimin purses his lips and sing-songs. “That’s a secret.”

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” Jungkook offers. He leans forward and Jimin waits
patiently as the man leads his lips to Jimin’s ear and whispers, “Tattoo.” Then he leans back again.

Jimin looks at him incredulously. “You want me to believe your real name is Tattoo?”

Jungkook – or Tattoo – presses his palm against Jimin’s mouth and shushes him, “You shouldn’t
say the name out loud if you don’t want to get in trouble. It’s a secret between us.”
Jimin doesn’t know what the man means but for now he’ll have to believe him.

“Now it’s your turn,” Jungkook says with a satisfied smile.

“I never agreed to this,” Jimin responds.

The smile is wiped off of Jungkook’s face and he scoffs, then nods. “Touché.”

Jimin stares at Jungkook, expecting a fuss and insistence that Jimin tell him his name because even
if he didn’t agree, it’s what he wants, but none of it happens. It makes Jimin suspicious because he
can neither put Jungkook into the same category as Seokjin and neither with Namjoon.

“What?” Jungkook asks when he notices how silent Jimin has gotten.

Jimin shakes his head. “You’re just…hard to read.”

“Aww, am I making you think about me?”

Jimin wants to deck him. He hates when he is being teased by customers because some of them get
degrading and humiliating. Jungkook, on the other hand, makes him feel like he’s a child or a
fellow classmate that is being teased for something ridiculously irrelevant.

“So how many rounds or lap dances can you go with one person?”

“How much can you afford?” Jimin asks just to be scornful.

Jungkook whistles and pulls out a pile of cash where Jimin has to painfully keep his eyes from
widening. He holds it out to Jimin. Just like that. Jimin looks at him and then the pile of cash,
raises his hand hesitantly to take it from Jungkook, and frowns when Jungkook pulls it out of his
reach. Jimin hates games like that. It’s not like he thought Jungkook would actually give it to him,
and neither did he want to accept without talking about the terms and conditions first, but it’s
annoying either way.

“What are you willing to do for it?”

Jimin scoffs. It has been a very long time since Jimin has heard this line. This is another indicator
that Jungkook isn’t a regular customer in the club or he wouldn’t dare treat Jimin like that.
Somehow Jimin doubts that too.

“What are you worth?” Jungkook laughs and rubs Jimin’s nipple with his thumb. Jimin
immediately pushes his hand away. “Hands off the goods.”

Jungkook smirks, nods, and removes his hand. Then he takes a single note out of the pile of cash
and puts the rest of the money back inside his jacket. Jimin watches cautiously as Jungkook rolls
the note together, holds one end between three fingers, and then trails a line down Jimin’s chest
with the other end.

Jimin watches the note glide all over his chest and then circle his nipple. It’s not a very arousing
touch but not bad either. When Jimin looks up, Jungkook is smirking at him.

“I heard you have backrooms,” Jungkook says. I want to fuck you, is what he means.

“We do,” Jimin retorts, not heeding the note.

“What do I have to do to take you there?”

“You have to earn me.”

Jungkook’s hand disappears in his jacket again and Jimin can’t control how angry he sounds when
he hisses. “Not like that.”

Jungkook removes his hand again with a raised eyebrow and questions. “Then how?”

Jimin makes sure his expression and voice is under his control when he speaks up again. “You
have to become a regular customer. My regular.”

“And what do I have to do to become your regular?” Jungkook asks.

“You have to visit me regularly. That,” Jimin motions to Jungkook’s jacket with eyes, “Comes
after this.”

“What do I have to do to deactivate the ‘hands-off rule’?”

Jimin is surprised by this question. Namjoon never asked if he could touch Jimin after Jimin told
him about the hands-off rule once. In the backrooms, Namjoon touched Jimin to his heart’s content
but when they were out here Namjoon respected the rule until one day Jimin took his hand and put
it on his chest. Jimin didn’t expect for the same to happen with Jungkook but he thought Jungkook
would just start touching Jimin after he had him in a backroom once.

Jimin knows he shouldn’t say what he thinks, shouldn’t tell Jungkook his measures because with
how less his regulars have been coming to the club, he needs more regulars, and Jungkook seems to
have the money to afford Jimin. But Jimin hates how arrogant Jungkook is, hates the over-
confidence, and how he thinks some cash will get him anything, even Jimin. Jungkook has to work
a lot before he becomes someone special like Namjoon. But what Jimin hates the most is how
Jungkook thinks that Jimin is only worth some notes of money. Jungkook could give him the
whole world and Jimin would still think he’s unworthy.

If Jimin wants another regular then he should lie but he hates Jungkook, Jimin decides. “If you
want to become like everyone else then I’ll let you touch me after one backroom visit. If you want
to really earn it then try. We’ll see if you succeed.”

Jungkook smiles.

“Lets make a bet,” Jungkook suggests and holds his pinky out to Jimin. “I will seduce you by the
end of this, you will ask me to take you to the backroom, and as a prize you’ll tell me your real
name.”

“What do I get when I win?” Jimin asks, not convinced by Jungkook’s confidence.

“Whatever you want.”

Jimin looks at Jungkook and then the pinky. Just seconds ago they were talking about sex and now
Jungkook is holding his pinky out and wants to know Jimin’s real name although he could demand
for this thing to be free.

Jungkook smirks. “Scared I’m going to be better than you at your thing?”

Jimin scoffs and hooks his own pinky around Jungkook’s, Jungkook immediately closes his around
Jimin’s. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Jungkook smiles, a smile without scorn, and looks at Jimin’s pinky. “So small. How cute.”
Jimin gasps and tries to pull his hand back but Jungkook is holding his pinky tightly. Jimin never
knew there can be this much strength in one small pinky. When he manages to free his pinky, he
pouts, crosses his arms over his chest, and turns his face away from Jungkook.

Jungkook laughs at Jimin’s reaction, making Jimin feel ridiculous, but this only increases his
embarrassment. He stubbornly looks away and is glad it’s dark enough for Jungkook not to see the
blush forming on his face.

“Aww,” Jungkook coos when he has calmed down enough to talk without wheezing, “Are you
mad?”

Jimin scrunches his nose and doesn’t look at Jungkook. He still finds him dumb.

“So you’re not only beautiful but also cute?” Jungkook asks.

Jimin freezes. He has been called cute but the way Jungkook says it sounds so innocent and not
belittling like some of his other customers make it sound. He is ripped out of his stupor when
Jungkook pokes his stomach.

Jimin slaps his hand away. “Hands off!”

Jungkook smiles and raises both hands as if he’s surrendering to Jimin. “You know, I think
Princess suits you more than Baby G.”

Jimin gapes at him, jaw falling open in offense. “Princess?”

“Yes, you’re high maintenance like one.”

Jimin scoffs. “If I were high maintenance I wouldn’t be here with you.”

Jungkook puts a hand on his chest as if he has been wounded. He opens his mouth and gets
interrupted by a ringing phone. Jungkook looks at the screen once, smiles at Jimin, and then sits on
the couch. “I’ll be right back.”

Jimin gapes and then yells after Jungkook. “Waiting will cost you, too. Regular price.”

He curses when he sees that Jungkook is gone and doesn’t know why he’s so angry about this.
Jungkook is infuriating. Everything he does is infuriating. His habit of breaking the rules as if he’s
above all, his arrogance, his audacity to treat Jimin the way he does, but especially the money. If
Jungkook is so ready to flaunt it in Jimin’s face, then why shouldn’t Jimin rob him of every single
cent he owns. Jimin can’t believe Namjoon is friends with someone like Jungkook.

Jimin waits for Jungkook a little impatiently. It has already been almost two complete songs when
Jimin starts wondering if he just left. A shiver makes it down his spine and panic starts settling in.
If Jungkook actually left without paying, then Jimin was done. He spent so much time with
Jungkook that he will never be able to compensate for that without making his own situation
worse. No, Namjoon would never do that to him but who knows where Namjoon is right now or if
he’ll even come back. Jimin has no way of reaching out to him.

Getting up, Jimin walks out of the booth and doesn’t know where to look for Jungkook. He doubts
anyone has seen him, people in other booths busy with their own thing and the securities couldn’t
look less interested in the prostitutes and customers. Jimin is still deciding where to look for
Jungkook when he gets pulled around and is met with a sturdy chest. Looking up, he finds
Jungkook pouting down at him.
“Were you going to leave just like that?” Jungkook asks. “I still have money though. Come here.”

Jimin lets Jungkook hold his hand and lead him back to the booth, feeling a weight get off his
chest. He is quiet, heart still beating too fast, when Jungkook takes a seat and sits Jimin in his lap.
Cleaning his sweaty hands on his leather pants, which doesn’t help, Jimin tries to take deep breaths
to calm down.

“So, where were we?” Jungkook asks but Jimin can’t look at him yet or Jungkook might see his
panic. As if sensing that something is wrong, Jungkook leans forward and asks, voice soft and
almost imploring, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Jimin closes his eyes and shakes his head. He turns to Jungkook with a neutral expression and
hooks his hands behind Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook removes his hands, and Jimin doesn’t know
what to make of the rejection, surprised when Jungkook holds his hands in his own.

“Do you want to leave?” Jungkook questions, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the back of his
hand.

Jimin hates how sincere he sounds. This isn’t what he needs and wants. Jimin doesn’t need
someone who is genuinely nice to him out of whatever reason. What he needs are regulars like
Seokjin and Namjoon who treat him like a human being with thoughts and feelings but don’t cross
the boundary between Baby G the prostitute and Jimin the human who is on standby with his
dreams and wishes. Even if Seokjin and Namjoon know some things about Jimin, they never really
talk to Jimin but Baby G, but what Jungkook is doing is exactly that. Jimin can’t shake off the
feeling that he needs to get rid of him as soon as possible.

Jimin shakes his head when he remembers that Jungkook asked him a question. “No, I was looking
for you. Thought you had left.”

Jungkook cocks his head and stares at him with furrowed brows. “I said I’ll be right back, and I
haven’t even paid you yet so why did you think I’d leave?”

Jimin doesn’t want to but as soon as Jungkook mentions the money he tenses, and Jungkook
notices. Jimin notices Jungkook noticing, and bites his lower lip, frantically trying to look for a
change in topic.

“Were you worried about the money?” Jungkook questions, not sounding accusing as Jimin had
expected he would.

Customers don’t like to be reminded that they’re paying money for the services of a prostitute. It
makes the imagination of owning someone sexual and sensual less real and turns them off. As if
prostitutes would actually fall for every customer that they serve. Tsk. If that were the case then
there wouldn’t be any love left on the whole world, and not even a quarter of them are worth
falling for.

Jimin shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter. You won’t understand anyway.”

“It does. Try me,” Jungkook interrupts firmly before Jimin can say anything else.

“You won’t,” Jimin insists, his feelings getting the better of him, “You won’t ever understand how
it feels when customers use you, refuse you to give you your money, and then you can’t reach the
goal of income that is set by your pimp. You won’t understand the fear of what he will do and then
go on like that, be anxious with every customer and…”

Jimin stops before he can continue, too riled up and thus scared something inappropriate might slip
out. Jungkook has let go of his hand and isn’t touching him for the first time after Jimin sat in his
lap.

“What does your pimp do?”

Jimin looks at Jungkook, still out of breath and panting. Then he looks away. “More work hours,”
Jimin lies, not wanting to elaborate. He can feel that Jungkook doesn’t believe him and is glad
when Jungkook doesn’t ask anymore.

Jungkook slips a hand into his inner jacket pocket and takes out the pile of cash, showing it to
Jimin and then throwing it onto the table. Jimin stares, taken off guard. “Will that help?”

Jimin nods once and then adds after a short silence. “That’s too much.”

“You can give your pimp as much as he is supposed to get and the rest you can keep,” Jungkook
says as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Jimin raises his brows sceptically. “Are you sure?”

Jungkook nods. “Yes.”

“Once it’s out, it’s out. You’re not going to get it back.”

“I don’t want it back.”

“You’re also not going to get any privileges or favours,” Jimin informs Jungkook, expecting him to
at least take half of the money back now.

Jungkook fake whines. “Can’t I get rid of the hands-off rule.”

“No.”

“Can’t I touch at least once?”

“Don’t know. Do you have more money?”

Jungkook rummages in the pockets of his jacket and then feels the outside, looking at Jimin with
doe eyes. “Do you take credit cards?”

Jimin furrow his eyebrows. “Credit cards? You go into strip club with credit cards?”

“Is it that weird?”

“Why do you carry so much money when you have credit cards?”

“Because strip clubs don’t take credit cards.”

Jimin huffs, giving up on making sense out of Jungkook’s sentences. “You’re weird. Who knows
what else you have on you.”

“Wanna see for yourself?” Jungkook asks and wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“What?”

Jungkook leans back and motions to his chest, as if he is presenting himself to Jimin. “Check it out
and see for yourself what I have. Just because I can’t touch you, doesn’t mean you can’t touch me
either.”

Jimin looks at Jungkook’s jacket and then at his face. The smirk on his face is full of teasing and a
challenge, and Jimin wants to wipe it off his stupid face. With that in mind, instead of putting his
hands in the pockets of Jungkook’s jacket, Jimin plays with the hem of Jungkook’s shirt.
Jungkook’s abdomen tense under Jimin’s fingers and his breath hitches, Jimin catching the sound.
He feels Jungkook’s fiery gaze on him but doesn’t look up. Instead he parts his lips, eyes lidded,
and cocks his head. He knows he looks appealing, has found out a long time ago how he looks in
which angles and expressions, and right now, he looks sinful.

Jimin slips his fingers under Jungkook’s shirt and hesitantly touches Jungkook’s abdomen with the
pads of his fingers. The skin feels warm, burning Jimin’s finger but he doesn’t want to stop. He
finds himself wanting more. Even if he burns to ashes.

Jimin presses his palm against Jungkook’s stomach, immediately feeling Jungkook’s abs. He traces
the outlines of his abs with the tips of his fingers and licks his lips, mouth having become dry.
Only now does he notice that he isn’t breathing, and does so shakily. Jimin removes his palm but
lets it under Jungkook’s shirt, taking control of his breathing again, and touches Jungkook again.

It’s not like Jungkook’s body is the only fit body Jimin has ever seen and touched but it’s one of
the very few that is this fit. Jungkook very obviously works out a lot. As his hand moves up further
Jungkook’s chest, his shirt rides up and exposes Jungkook’s skin to the dim lighting of the club.
Jimin tries to look unaffected, in control. He widens his eyes and cocks his head to the side to look
innocent, as if there is no sexual tension between them right now although both are painfully aware
of it.

Jimin moves his hand to Jungkook’s muscly, perfectly outlined pectorals. He watches how his
hand moves under Jungkook’s shirt and tries to imagine how the smooth skin must look under his
hand. Jimin salivates at the thought of licking and tasting it.

Jimin has always had a weakness for muscles and strength, finding it arousing when his partner is
strong enough to carry him or fuck him against a wall, fucking him in any position where Jimin
doesn’t have anything to do because he’s too lazy unless he wants to, manhandling him. Jimin
doesn’t have abs per se because Jeonghan says it makes him look too masculine, male customers
with fragile egos feeling threatened by them, but he is muscular and lean nonetheless. Just not as
much as Jungkook.

Jungkook’s shirt has ridden up enough that his abs are fully exposed now. Jimin moves his hand to
his stomach again and is still thinking about how it would feel if he were to lick them, how
Jungkook would taste, when Jungkook’s abs move under Jimin’s touch. It’s not a tensing or just a
flutter. It’s a… wave?

Jimin looks at Jungkook whose eyes are now no longer lidded like they were before when Jimin
had peeked at him through the corner of his eyes. His lips are set in a smile that is supposed to look
natural but looks too forced to do so. Jungkook is trying to look innocent.

Not heeding Jungkook’s expression any longer, Jimin moves his hand again only to feel Jungkook
do a wave again.

“You’re totally ruining the mood,” Jimin accuses, hand still on Jungkook’s stomach but not
moving it anymore.

Jungkook makes a wave with his abs again and shrugs. “Don’t know what you mean.” Then he
breaks out into a smile and does it again. “It looks cool.”
“Wow, so impressive,” Jimin mocks, hating Jungkook for ruining the mood but also finding it
endearing. Jungkook could have gone on with the sexual part but he thought this stupid wave is
impressive enough to quit on some sexy time with Jimin who he finds cute and beautiful.

“If you find that impressive then you should see this,” Jungkook beams and raises his shirt so his
whole chest is exposed. Then he starts bouncing his pectorals.

Jimin retracts his hand so fast others might think he hurt himself. “That’s yuck,” Jimin complains,
looking and sounding disgusted. “Stop it.”

Jungkook stops to gasp dramatically and sits up straighter. “What? You think this,” he says and
bounces his pectorals again for effect, “looks yuck?”

Jimin sighs. “Yes. It’s one of the biggest turn offs ever.”

Jungkook scowls at him, still bouncing his pectorals. “You’re just saying that because you’re
jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“Yes. Jealous. You can’t do it and are bitter about it. Come on. Touch them.”

“What? No!”

“Just do it. You’ll like it.”

“That sounds so weird and so wrong on so many levels. I can’t even tell you how wrong it sounds.
Stoooop,” Jimin laughs, when Jungkook doesn’t stop. “That’s so gross.”

“What about this is gross? This is art,” Jungkook says, bouncing his pectorals faster. “Come on.
They want to play with you.”

“Eww,” Jimin groans, grabs one of Jungkook’s nipple between his forefinger and thumb, and
twists it sharply. Jungkook makes an embarrassing noise and presses a hand against his throbbing
nipple, groaning in pain. For a second Jimin thinks Jungkook is mad, but then Jungkook smirks
and looks at Jimin.

“Kinky. I like it.”

Jimin snorts, can’t stop the embarrassing noise from leaving, and freezes immediately afterwards.
Jungkook laughs and hides his smile behind his hand. “That’s it. Playtime is over.”

“I’m not going to tease you for that weird, little laugh that I’m sure you hope I missed because I am
merciful like that.” Jimin rolls his eyes. “But okay, jokes aside. Go on with your quest. We know
you want to,” Jungkook says and motions to his naked chest.

Jimin looks at Jungkook unimpressed and then digs his nails into Jungkook’s abs. Jungkook looks
at Jimin with wide eyes and then smiles slowly. “You’re so kinky. I wonder how your customers
survive the backrooms with you.”

Jimin snorts. “Shut up.”

“No, really. You seem to be really into BDSM. Do you also have a daddy kink?”

Jimin furrows his eyebrows and swats Jungkook’s naked chest. “No, that’s weird.”
“Hey, kinky shits like you shouldn’t kink-shame.”

“I’m going to kill you,” Jimin warns, holding his hands dangerously close to Jungkook’s neck.

“Choke me, daddy,” Jungkook says in a voice as if he’s being choked.

“Dude, eww. What the fuck?”

“No, but seriously. I think your cute hands are too tiny to be able to choke someone.”

“That’s it, you’re done.”

Jimin is in the middle of pressing a couch cushion to Jungkook’s face, Jungkook laughing too hard
to remove it but having enough energy to keep the cushion away from his face when someone
clears their throat behind them. Jimin stops immediately and turns around to see Jeonghan standing
there, whereas Jungkook keeps on smiling, hands finding his way to Jimin’s hips as if they belong
there.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but Baby G has been requested somewhere else,” Jeonghan says, sounding
polite in a way that he is only with rich and powerful customers.

“He’s with me right now,” Jungkook retorts with a smile and then turns to Jimin, silently
dismissing Jeonghan.

“If you want to visit Baby G again, the club is always open. Now, he needs to be somewhere else.”

Jeonghan leans forward to grab Jimin by his upper arm but before he can do so Jungkook grabs his
wrist, looking livid. Jimin’s eyes widen and he inhales sharply, worried about Jungkook offending
his boss.

“I paid for his time,” Jungkook motions to the money on the table with his head and lets
Jeonghan’s wrist go.

Jeonghan’s eyes widen when he sees the money but he sets his jaw and smiles when he says, “You
can pay Baby G for the time he spent with you and take the rest back. He needs to be somewhere
else.”

Someone who is paying even more than Jungkook must be requesting for Jimin. Definitely not
Namjoon. Maybe Seokjin. Or Kim Taehyung but it has been a long time since he visited Jimin.
Other than that, Jimin has no idea who would pay so much money for Jimin.

Jungkook inhales deeply, visibly annoyed. As Jimin tries to think of something that will calm
Jungkook, Jungkook’s hand disappears in the inner pocket of his jacket and takes out another pile
of cash. Jimin’s eyes go just as wide as Jeonghan’s when Jungkook throws the money on the table.

“Leave. Us. Alone.”

Jeonghan stares at Jungkook with wide eyes and then nods, bowing apologetically as he flees.
Jimin turns to Jungkook with wide eyes, frozen in his lap.

“What?” Jungkook asks.

“You,” Jimin begins and stops. Then he tries again, “You said you don’t have more money.”

“That’s not mine. That belongs to someone else.”

Jimin’s mouth falls open and he immediately looks back to where Jeonghan disappeared,
wondering if he can catch up with him before he tells the other customer to leave. “Are you
serious?” he asks and scrambles off of Jungkook’s lap. Jungkook looks at him alarmed, hands
grabbing Jimin’s waist to put him back on his lap. “He’s going to kill me.”

Jungkook huffs and pulls Jimin back on his lap. “Relax. I’m not going to get you in trouble. You
can have that money.”

“You said it’s not yours.”

“Yeah but remember my credit cards. I’ll just draw some money from the bank.”

Jimin sighs and swats Jungkook’s chest, ignoring his pained and exaggerated ‘ow’. “You asshole,
you scared me.”

Jungkook smiles and Jimin lets Jungkook’s hands rest on his waist. “Now that you don’t want to
touch my great bod anymore because you don’t know how to appreciate art, do you want to check
what you can find in my pockets?”

Jimin huffs. “To be honest, I’m scared of what I will find there and your body is barely decent. I
had better.”

Jungkook raises his eyebrows in a challenge but lets the last part slide, and nudges Jimin with his
leg. “Come on, try it.”

“You’re acting as if I’ll find a hidden treasure.”

Jungkook raises his eyebrows and looks at the money on the table behind Jimin. Jimin huffs and
gives up, forced to admit that he could find one. “You’re weird,” Jimin says but grabs Jungkook’s
jacket anyway.

He checks the outer pockets first, finding a small bottle of perfume that he smells and puts back,
and tissue. Then he rummages through the jacket’s inner pockets, finding the credit cards - not
card, but cards - in his pocket. For a second Jimin is inclined to ask him if he is a pickpocket but
decides against it. In his other inner pocket, Jimin finds a small package of chocolate.

“Chocolate? You have chocolate with you?” Jimin asks and holds the package up.

“What do you have against chocolate, you inhumane chocolate-hater?” Jungkook questions,
sounding offended.

“Nothing, I like chocolate. It’s just weird that you have it with you. In a strip club, may I stress.”

“You can have it.”

“What?”

“You can eat it.”

“I don’t just eat things given from customers. Heard enough horror stories about it,” Jimin says but
tries to read up on the ingredients on the backside in the dark anyway.

“What if I eat half of it and you eat the other half. Will you trust me then?”

The package of chocolate isn’t opened, it’s sealed which should mean that it’s safe but Jimin is still
hesitant to agree. Jimin watches as Jungkook takes the chocolate out of his hands, unwraps the
package and one chocolate bar, and puts one end in his mouth.

Jimin’s heartrate picks up and he has to control his breathing so Jungkook doesn’t notice what
effect this has on him. He’s surprised by it, too, but doesn’t find it bad. For a moment, Jimin just
takes time to appreciate Jungkook. The man is good looking and he’s aware of it, painfully so. In
the dim lighting Jimin can’t tell if his hair and eyes are black or brown but he’s sure that either fits
him perfectly well.

Jungkook nudges Jimin’s lips with the chocolate, raising his eyebrows questioningly. Choosing to
trust Jungkook, Jimin opens his mouth and looks deeply into Jungkook’s eyes as he closes his lips
around the chocolate, making sure their lips don’t get close at all, and takes one bite. Jimin rolls
the chocolate on his tongue and, because he feels Jungkook’s eyes on him, closes his eyes and tries
to look blissful. Seems as if Jimin doesn’t have to act because the smooth chocolate starts to melt
on his tongue instantly and fills his mouth with a heavenly taste, making Jimin moan aloud.

Jimin swallows and looks at Jungkook. “This tastes so good,” he moans and takes another bite, this
time not caring how close their lips get. In his haste, Jimin’s nose bumps against Jungkook’s but
Jimin forgets to apologize when the chocolate starts melting in his mouth again.

Jimin swallows and opens his eyes, ready to take the last bite and his heart breaks when he sees
that Jungkook is chewing it. He gapes and pouts, and doesn’t care how ridiculous he looks right
now. He only had two bites of the heavenly chocolate but knows he won’t be satisfied with ten
either. He still wants more.

Jungkook swallows and tilts his head to the side, a small smile that is barely there adorning his
lips. “Good?” he asks.

Jimin nods, still pouting. Jungkook chuckles and unwraps another bar, Jimin inhaling sharply. He
beams at Jungkook, wraps his arms around his shoulder, and impatiently waits for Jungkook to put
the bar between his lips again. As soon as does so, Jimin eagerly takes his first bite.

“Fuck,” he whines lowly, throwing his head back before he looks at Jungkook again. “How can
chocolate taste this good?”

Jungkook doesn’t respond, only stares at Jimin in awe. If Jimin weren’t so satisfied with the
chocolate, he’s sure even he would get coy and shy under Jungkook’s current gaze.

Jimin’s next bite is more calculated, has satisfied his eagerness for now, but sill bemoans the small
piece that disappears in Jungkook’s mouth after Jimin takes his bite. Suddenly, Jungkook pushes
Jimin off of his lap and onto the ground, not harshly but his knees still sting when they land on the
ground. Jimin stares at Jungkook quizzically, wondering if he did something to offend the man.

Jungkook grips Jimin’s jaw in one hand, urging him to open his mouth, and Jimin lets him. Only
when Jungkook opens his mouth, hovering above Jimin, and Jimin sees the melted chocolate does
he understand what Jungkook wants to do. The effect is immediate. Jimin’s gut wrenches and he
opens his mouth wider. Jungkook takes that as his consent and lets the chocolate trickle down his
tongue into Jimin’s mouth, tip of his tongue touching Jimin’s front teeth.

Jimin closes his mouth when the chocolate stops coming and lets his tongue swim in it, trying to
imprint the taste that is altered by Jungkook’s spit into his memory. He swallows and immediately
crawls onto Jungkook’s lap again, Jungkook welcoming him. When Jungkook unwraps the last bar,
Jimin takes it from him and puts it between his lips, smiling at Jungkook. Jungkook smiles and
leads his mouth to the chocolate and just as he’s about to close his lips around, Jimin pulls back.
Jungkook stares at Jimin with doe eyes, blinking multiple times. Jimin smirks and raises one
eyebrow challengingly. Shaking his head, Jungkook scoffs playfully and then suddenly grabs Jimin
by his knees and pulls him forward. Jimin’s hands reach out to Jungkook’s shoulders to steady
himself, and before he knows it, Jungkook has already taken a bite off of the chocolate and is
triumphantly smiling at Jimin.

Jimin holds the bar between his fingers and bites the bit off that is between his lips. “You cheated,”
Jimin accuses.

Cooing, Jungkook takes the chocolate from Jimin and says, “There never were any rules.” Then he
puts the end of the chocolate that was in Jimin’s mouth in his and waits for Jimin take another bite.
Jimin does so, almost touching Jungkook’s lips but not quite.

Jimin expects Jungkook to eat the rest of the chocolate but he takes it out of his mouth, and as soon
as Jimin swallows his bite, Jungkook holds his jaw with one hand and smears melted chocolate all
over Jimin’s lips with his other hand. After being satisfied with his work, Jungkook nods to himself
and eats the little bit of chocolate that is left in his fingers.

“Lick it off,” Jungkook orders, and if Jimin didn’t find it so hot, he would roll his eyes.

Jimin slowly pokes his tongue out to lick his upper lip, tasting the chocolate immediately. Then he
makes sure Jungkook is looking at him, and licks again, tongue swiping from left to right and then
right to left again, licking off the chocolate. When it comes to his lower lip, Jimin licks it off a lot
slower, making a perfect show out of it.

Jungkook stares during the whole process, gaze intense and eyes narrowed slightly. Jimin is sure if
he rolls his hips forward only a small fraction then he will feel that Jungkook is at least half hard
already if not fully.

Jimin finishes his show with a smack of his lips and a knowing smile. Jungkook raises his thumb to
Jimin’s lips, and albeit hesitatingly at first, Jimin opens it for him. He presses his thumb into the
Jimin’s mouth and on his tongue, Jimin tasting the chocolate but also something sour that could
very well be Jimin’s own sweat considering how Jungkook always has his fingers on Jimin.

Jimin only stop sucking on Jungkook’s thumb because Jungkook pulls it out and immediately
replaces it with his index and middle finger. Jimin sucks eagerly, conscious of the quickening rise
and fall of Jungkook’s chest. By the time, Jungkook pulls his fingers out, Jimin is also breathless,
most probably red in the face.

Jungkook looks dazed. His eyes are hazy and he’s staring at Jimin as if he wants to devour and
ravish him. He holds Jimin’s jaw with his hand, Jimin feeling his own saliva on Jungkook’s
fingers, and pulls his forward. Jimin follows obediently, hands supporting himself on the back of
the couch so he won’t fall on Jungkook. For a second they stare at each other, and then Jungkook’s
tongue pokes out to lick off a little bit of chocolate that Jimin forgot at the corner of his mouth.

Jimin’s breath hitches, hand coming up to circle around Jungkook’s wrist but he doesn’t free
himself, only needs to hold onto to Jungkook to ground himself. The tip of Jungkook’s tongue is
warm, wet, and firm, insistently licking at the corner of Jimin’s mouth. For a moment, Jimin thinks
Jungkook will lead his tongue further to the side and slip it into Jimin’s mouth but Jungkook’s only
licks at the corner unnecessarily long and then lets go off Jimin.

Jungkook licks his lips and Jimin almost groans aloud. Jungkook considers Jimin, eyes wandering
all over Jimin’s body and taking in everything. Then he grips Jimin’s hips and pulls his forward.
Jimin gasps and then moans. He was right. Jungkook is hard but much more than he thought.
“Fuck, Princess,” Jungkook moans and looks as if he needs all of his willpower not to pounce
Jimin right there, and suddenly, just like that, Jimin loves being called Princess. “Do you feel what
you do to me?”

Jimin’s mouth is wide open and yet it feels like he can’t enough air. He nods feverishly, hands
tightly gripping the cushion of the couch behind Jungkook.

“What can we do about this?”

The backrooms, Jimin’s mind provides helpfully but he shakes his head. Instead Jimin fists the
cushion harder so he doesn’t writhe and mumbles, “You can touch me.”

“Are you sure?”

Jimin nods.

He is shaking. Jungkook has that effect on him but Jimin is glad to see that Jungkook isn’t any
better. His breathing is irregular, chest moving up and down rapidly, and Jimin has barely ended
his sentence when Jungkook eagerly touches Jimin with both hands. He glides them up Jimin’s
back and then down again, cursing under his breath. Then he grips Jimin’s hips, massaging the
flesh in his hands.

Jimin snakes one arm around Jungkook’s shoulder and grips his bicep tightly in his other hand,
moaning silently when he feels Jungkook’s muscles flex under his jacket. Jungkook’s hands
wander down to Jimin ass, desperately squeezing the flesh in his hands. Jimin grips Jungkook’s
jacket tightly in his fists and hides his face in the crook of Jungkook’s neck but still can’t stop
himself from choking out a moan when Jungkook rubs their crotches together.

Jungkook attaches his lips to Jimin’s neck, nibbling, licking, and sucking. Jimin doesn’t know
where he gets the willpower for it, but he pushes himself away from Jungkook, shakes his head
and pants, “Not this.”

“You want this,” Jungkook says cockily, rutting against him again.

Jungkook is right: Jimin wants this, wants him. He wants to take Jungkook to the backroom and get
fucked the whole night, work overtime just so he can be fucked in all ways possible by Jungkook,
but he shakes his head, still remembering their bet from earlier. It’s not so much about Jimin’s
name that Jimin doesn’t care about anymore. Jimin could yell it out right now. It’s his pride that
won’t allow him to invite Jungkook to the backrooms.

Jungkook groans and throws his head back. Jimin is tempted to lick a fat stripe up Jungkook’s
neck and bite him but manages not to.

“Fuck, Princess, you’re going to be the death of me,” Jungkook groans.

Jimin smiles mischievously and tries to push Jungkook’s arms away. Jungkook growls protestingly
and tightens his grip around Jimin.

“Let me show you what I’m best at,” Jimin breathes close to Jungkook’s mouth.

After some hesitance Jungkook’s arms loosen and Jimin slips out of them. Jimin shakes his limbs
to loosen up and control his expression. He waits for the song to fade out and starts when the new
song begins. He moves his hips to the beat, hands burying in his hair. Jimin’s hands slide lower,
travelling down his chest, and touches his nipple with his thumb on his way down.
Even without checking, Jimin knows that Jungkook is staring at him, unable to remove his eyes as
Jimin moves in tune with the music. Jimin knows he’s good. Even if he was thrown into this life
without wanting it, it doesn’t mean he’s going to half-ass dancing and the only way of his income.
His whole life he has known that if he wants to come out on top then he has to work hard for it, and
that’s what he did. Even in a strip club. And as Jimin stares at customers like Namjoon and
Seokjin, he knows that it’s worth it. Jungkook though is an enigma. Jimin doesn’t know what to
make of him yet but for that he still has time. Now he needs to concentrate on dancing.

After so long, it comes naturally to Jimin. He knows his best moves, his best angles, knows how to
use the table and other things to his advantage. With customers like Namjoon and Seokjin, Jimin
even enjoys dancing for them. Customers like Jungkook, he thinks now, are a reason to live for.

Jimin suddenly drops himself to his knees, hair falling into his eyes as he leans back and supports
his weight with one hand and caresses his thigh with the other hand. He bites his lower lip, throws
his head back so the column of his neck is exposed to Jungkook, and touches his own cock, tracing
the outlines of it with his fingers as he moans. Laying on his back, Jimin plants his feet on the
ground, and raises his hips into the air. Moving onto his stomach, Jimin brings one leg in front of
him until he’s doing a split and uses that as transition into sitting on his knees again.

Jimin does a wave with his upper body, fingers dancing along his collarbone. His other hand pulls
his pants down slowly, revealing more of his v-line and skin where his pubic hair should be but is
shaven off. Before Jimin can reveal too much, he lets his pants spring back and turns around. He
presents Jungkook his ass, making sure Jungkook has a good view of it as he humps the ground
once, twice, and then a third time before he turns around again.

Jungkook is watching him dumbstruck, a tent in his pants that looks painful. Jimin parts his lips as
he starts crawling towards Jungkook on all fours, taking slow and sensual steps. He’s not creeping
up at Jungkook like a predator but is presenting himself on a silver platter. Jungkook is supposed to
believe he is the big, bad wolf that doesn’t need to move at all as the sheep comes to him, wanting
to be eaten, but it’s obvious who is pulling the strings here.

Jimin crawls forward until he’s close to Jungkook and sits on his legs. His hands touch Jungkook’s
ankles as Jimin stares into his eyes, feeling up his calves and stopping at his knees. Jimin spreads
them, lets his head fall back, and sticks out his tongue. Then he raises his upper body and almost
brushes against Jungkook’s crotch in the process. Jimin moves his hands up to Jungkook’s thighs,
barely suppressing a moan when he squeezes the firm muscles.

Jimin lowers his crotch onto Jungkook’s knee, barely letting the man feel his hard cock. He fists
Jungkook’s hair and pulls his head back harshly, face so close to Jungkook’s their lips are almost
touching as Jimin hovers above him. Instead of giving into the urge to kiss Jungkook, Jimin pants
into his mouth and breathes in Jungkook’s hot breath.

He suddenly lets go off Jungkook and turns in his lap, grinding his ass against Jungkook’s crotch.
Jungkook hisses and Jimin smiles. Jimin’s ass is barely touching Jungkook’s crotch, torturing the
man more than actually allowing him relief. Jimin almost mewls when he hears Jungkook’s pants,
how pained and gone he sounds.

Jimin is about to pull away, Jungkook noticing and wrapping his arms around Jimin’s hips,
pressing Jimin against himself. Jimin gasps, feeling how big Jungkook is against the slot between
his ass cheeks. He mewls and grinds against Jungkook’s cock hungrily, hating how his pants are in
the way.

Jungkook attaches his lips to Jimin’s neck, greedily sucking on his skin. Jimin falls forward due to
Jungkook’s weight pressing him down, and automatically turns his face to the side to grant
Jungkook more access, having completely forgotten about the no-marks rule or not bothering to
remember or follow it.

Suddenly, Jungkook throws Jimin onto the couch, catching Jimin off guard. Jimin’s eyes open
widely, lost for a second, and then Jungkook spreads his legs forcefully, planting himself between
them and pressing his crotch to Jimin’s. Jimin gasps, hands gripping Jungkook’s jacket and pulling
at it as his eyes close. When he’s coherent enough to open them again, Jungkook’s jacket is gone.

Jimin’s cock is throbbing painfully, Jungkook smirking at Jimin smugly. “You are so gone for
me,” Jungkook rasps.

Jimin scoffs. “Please, I’m nearly not as desperate as you are.”

Jungkook ruts against Jimin’s crotch once, Jimin arching his back and throwing his head back.
Jungkook’s fat cock against his feels heavenly. “Are you sure about that?”

Jimin shakes as he looks at Jungkook. Jimin knows his weakness. He knows exactly what to do
bend and break Jeon Jungkook however he pleases. Jimin brings one hand up and presses the back
of his fingers against his lips. Furrowing his eyebrows, he tries to look as hurt as he can and curls in
on himself. Jungkook’s eyes widen, body frozen as he takes in the change of demeanour in Jimin.
Jimin turns his face away from Jungkook and hides his face in the crook of his elbow, letting his
swollen and parted lips be on full view.

“Princess, hey,” Jungkook says and tries to move Jimin’s arm out of the way.

Jimin resists weakly but lets Jungkook pull his arm away in the end. Staring up at Jungkook
through glassy eyes, Jimin whimpers, “Tattoo.”

Jungkook stills completely, body rigid. Then he growls and presses Jimin into the couch, caging
Jimin against it. It’s not what Jimin expected but it’s still a great and satisfying reaction. Jungkook
looks ravenous, his touch greedy as he wraps an arm around Jimin’s waist to press him against
himself.

“Ask me,” Jungkook demands, eyes hard and unforgiving.

Jimin shakes his head.

“Ask. Me,” Jungkook repeats and presses his thigh against Jimin’s cock.

Jimin sobs, gut wrenching, but shakes his head. His body feels too hot and he’s writhing under
Jungkook, and he could cry about the lack of a cock in his ass.

“Why are you acting as if you don’t want it?” Jungkook growls.

“D-don’t want it,” Jimin pants, forcing himself to keep his eyes open.

Jungkook looks at their lower halves where Jimin is subtly trying to hump Jungkook’s thigh,
grimacing disbelievingly. “Is that why you are humping me like a dog in heat?” Jimin keens,
gasping for breath as he takes in Jungkook’s words. Jungkook notices the effect and asks, “Is it that
or do you want be fucked in front of everyone? Would you like it if everyone sees how greedy
your little hole is for my fat cock?”

Jimin almost comes at those words, sobbing loudly. Jimin wheezes and pushes Jungkook off. The
confidence on Jungkook’s face crumbles and desperation and annoyance replaces it. “Fuck, you’re
so stubborn,” he groans, and grabs Jimin’s thighs to keep him in place, under him, where he
belongs.

Jimin almost cries out frustrated when he sees the determination still lingering on Jungkook’s face,
but if Jimin is something then it’s being just as determined. He bravely endures and resists
Jungkook’s further advances, his insistent fingers rubbing his gaping hole over his pants, loving
how the man slowly breaks in front of him, his demands turning to requests.

“Princess, please. I need you. I need you so, so bad,” Jungkook moans imploringly.

Jimin throws his head back, cock painfully throbbing in his pants. The knowledge alone that Jimin
has reduced a man who is more powerful than Namjoon and thus most probably also Seokjin to a
begging mess like that could make him come. Jungkook’s insistent finger rubbing over his hole is
a big factor too.

“Please,” Jungkook begs, his other hand sliding to his torso so he can roll Jimin’s nipple between
his thumb and forefinger. Jimin’s back arches, hands coming up to fist Jungkook’s shirt
desperately, the painful pleasure immediately shooting to his groin. “Please let me fuck you.
Please, Princess.”

Jimin shakes his head, pushing Jungkook’s hands away, the touch getting too much. Jungkook,
noting that Jimin is close, fights to keep his hands on Jimin. The need to come is so big that Jimin
almost gives up, almost tells Jungkook to fuck him right there for everyone to see, fuck the
backrooms, to just take him right there as he pleases, but his pride won’t allow it. His hips raise
automatically in search for something to rut against like a horny dog but with a sob Jimin manages
to control himself, and tries to get away from Jungkook again no matter how much it hurts that he
can’t come.

Jungkook holds Jimin’s wrist and pins them to the couch over Jimin’s head. Jimin cries out when
Jungkook presses his free hand to his cock, the hand that was pinning his wrists to the couch fly to
Jimin’s mouth to silence the moans. Jimin stops his attempts to flee, cumming the only thought on
his mind as Jungkook’s hand insistently rubs against his hard and leaking cock. His hands scramble
against Jungkook until they fist Jungkook’s shirt, stretching the material. Tears are streaming down
Jimin’s temple, sobs and moans muffled against Jungkook’s hand.

“So good, doing so good,” Jungkook pants against Jimin’s ear, sucking on Jimin’s lobe once.
“Cum for me, Princess.”

Jimin mewls, pulling Jungkook’s shirt. He feels too hot, heat pooling in his gut, and ruts up against
Jungkook’s hand, but it’s only when Jungkook attaches his lips to Jimin’s nipple and sucks harshly,
that Jimin’s body stills for one second as the heat from his gut starts spreading into his whole body,
and then spasms and shakes the next second as he spurts cum against his leather pants. Jimin kicks
his legs out, almost ripping Jungkook’s shirts in his hands, and he can’t get enough air through his
nose but it intensifies the orgasm only more.

Jungkook’s hand is not that successful in muffling Jimin’s moans because of how loud Jimin is
screaming but it’s still makes a huge difference. Jungkook’s other hand is still rubbing against
Jimin’s slowly softening cock, milking him for every drop of cum that Jimin has. Jimin doesn’t
stop him, weakly moves his hips against his hand because he likes being fucked through his
orgasm. His hands drop to his sides and his legs stop moving because they are too weak. When
oversensitivity starts settling in, Jimin whimpers and weakly tries to push Jungkook’s hand from
his mouth.

Jungkook detaches his hand from Jimin’s crotch and mouth, whimpering when he tries to sit up.
Jimin wants to ask him what’s wrong but he’s too out of it to form a coherent sentence or thought.
He faintly feels Jungkook wipe his tears and nose with tissues, and sits him up to press a water
bottle against his lips. Jimin eagerly gulps down the water, Jungkook pulling it back when Jimin
chokes on it and coughs.

As soon as Jungkook puts the bottle away again, Jimin wraps his arms around Jungkook’s
shoulders and tries to sit on his lap to cuddle with him. He whines when Jungkook pushes him
back onto the couch again and stares at Jungkook pleadingly.

“Princess, you’re too mean,” Jungkook mutters with a smile that looks simultaneously fond and
pained. Then he sits Jimin on his lap again, Jimin instantly trying to lessen the distance between
them, but Jungkook doesn’t allow their crotches to get close but connects their foreheads.

Jimin looks at the obvious tent in Jungkook’s lap and can’t even imagine what Jungkook must be
going through. “Does it hurt?” Jimin asks lowly, body still feeling like jelly and senses liquefied.

Jungkook nods once, hands massaging Jimin’s thighs. He writhes under Jimin, voice shaking and
eyes closed. “Fuck, I can’t remember something hurting this bad, ever. And just for your
information, I have suffered through quite some serious stuff.”

Jimin presses his hand against Jungkook’s abdomen and slowly lets his hand wander lower, feeling
bad for the man. Immediately, Jungkook groans and removes Jimin’s hand.

“Don’t you want my help?” Jimin asks.

Jungkook shakes his head profusely. “If I can’t fuck you, Princess, then I also won’t come.”

They remain like that for a little while, Jimin fighting against the urge to press himself closer to
Jungkook and Jungkook trying to will his boner down.

When Jungkook feels a little better, he lowers his head, looks at his shirt and then at Jimin
accusingly, “What did you do to my shirt?”

Jimin shrugs unapologetically.

“That was my favourite shirt. I wear it on special occasions.”

“Going to a strip club is a special occasion for you?” Jimin asks incredulously.

“Hey, don’t look down on strip clubs. I thought I might find a cutie that I’d need to impress and I
was right.”

“I’m not impressed.”

“Who said I was talking about you?”

Jimin gasps loudly and starts hitting Jungkook. Jungkook laughs, raising both arms to protect
himself.

“I’m joking. I’m joking. You know I think you’re cute.”

Jimin pouts and is about to hit Jungkook again but then Jungkook moves too much under him and
reminds him of the sticky mess in his pants, whimpering.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks, sounding genuinely concerned.

Jimin squirms and shakes his head to let the other know it’s nothing serious. “Just feel a little
dirty.”

Jungkook laughs breathlessly, sweat rolling down the sides of his face. “Dirty? How cute.”

Jimin pouts and grinds against Jungkook’s crotch once, smiling satisfied when Jungkook grimaces
and hisses.

“Careful, Princess,” Jungkook spits and pulls Jimin’s head back harshly by his hair, squeezing his
ass cheek with his free hand, “Or I’ll have to punish you.”

Jimin hiccups, tempted to roll his hips against Jungkook’s again just to force him to keep his
promise.

Jungkook’s chuckle interrupts his train of thoughts. “You’re so kinky,” he says with a smug smirk.

Jimin furrows his eyebrows, not able to sit still on top of Jungkook although Jungkook is the one
with a hard cock. “Sex and kinky fetishes take two,” Jimin hisses.

Jungkook smiles and stops Jimin’s hips from moving, pressing his forehead and nose against the
side of Jimin’s face. “Behave,” he growls, and this time, since it’s a more definite warning and
because Jimin feels bad, Jimin obeys.

Jungkook waits until Jimin is calm and wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist, pulling Jimin as close
as possible without their groins touching. They remain like that, in each other’s arms and nuzzling
each other, basically cuddling. Hands wandering, exploring, and helping memorize how the other
feels.

Jimin nuzzles Jungkook’s neck and inhales Jungkook’s scent deeply, his aftershave mixed with his
natural scent and sweat. He blows cold air on Jungkook’s sweaty neck and giggles when Jungkook
pulls him up and tickles his sides. Their small banter is soon forgotten again in favour of feeling
each other again.

They are in the middle of smiling at each other, Jungkook’s rock-hard cock having gone soft
enough for them to be even closer bodily, when someone clears their throat.

“We have to leave,” the man who had gone with Namjoon earlier says. Neither of them had heard
him pull the curtain back to enter the booth.

Jungkook nudges Jimin’s nose with his own, breathing heavily into Jimin’s open mouth, arms still
pressing Jimin close to him. Jungkook slides his hands down Jimin’s bare back and nuzzles Jimin’s
neck with his face. Because they were getting worked up again, Jimin whines and finds his last
ounce of willpower to grab Jungkook’s hair and pulls him back. Jungkook growls animalistic but
lets Jimin separate them and get off his lap, sitting next to Jungkook. A triumphant smile is on
Jimin’s face while Jungkook looks defeated.

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook gets to his feet and says, “You win.”

Jimin smiles self-satisfied and gets up, too. “Never doubted I wouldn’t.”

Jungkook faces Jimin, and for a moment it looks like Jungkook wants to pick him up and throw
him over his shoulder but controls himself last second. He leans down until his eyes are on the
same level as Jimin’s and breathes, “God, I’m never going to be able to forget you.”

Jimin grips his own wrist before he latches himself to Jungkook again, smile almost coy by now,
and says, “Good that you know where to find me.” It’s an invitation, almost a request.
“That’s not going to help me much once I leave,” Jungkook retorts, eyes wandering all over Jimin’s
face as if he’s trying to remember every single detail about it.

“Why not?” Jimin asks, fighting against the urge to close the distance between them and finally
kiss the man in front of him, feel his lips against his own. Why haven’t they kissed yet?

“Don’t live in town.”

Jimin’s heart stutters and the smile falls in less than a second. He furrows his eyebrows and takes a
small step back. “What do you mean?”

Jungkook notices the change in Jimin’s demeanour and sounds soft when he explains, “I live
somewhere else. Not in town.”

“But still close, right?” Jimin asks before he can stop himself.

Jungkook shakes his head with a remorseful smile.

Jimin inhales shakily and shakes his head in hopes of organizing his thoughts. “But all that talk
about becoming a regular… I don’t understand.”

“Hey, Princess,” Jungkook coos and raises his hands to cup Jimin’s cheeks but Jimin shakes them
off.

Jungkook doesn’t try touching him again. He looks at Jimin and then lowers his head to Jimin’s
level again. “This is your last chance to tell me your name. You might regret not telling me even if
I lost.”

Jimin whips his head around to glare at Jungkook. If there is anything that he will regret about this
night in the future, then it’s allowing Jungkook to touch him and not not telling him his name.

Jimin continues to glare at Jungkook until Jungkook takes the hint and straightens his back
although he looks like he wants to kiss Jimin. He sighs, shoulders sagging in defeat, and gives
Jimin one last and soft smile. “Goodbye, Princess.”

Jimin turns his face away and closes his eyes, doesn’t respond, doesn’t want to see Jungkook leave,
doesn’t want to see him ever again if this is how it’s going to be. He hears him leave though, hears
the curtain being pulled aside and the footsteps disappearing in the width, wishing that the music
were louder, that he had just gone with Jeonghan when he came to take Jimin to someone else.
After standing in the booth for a while, Jimin opens his eyes carefully and almost gasps aloud
when he sees no one stand in front of him, heart shattering and chest caving in.

Jimin lets his eyes wander around the booth, trying to find any clue that Jungkook is real, that he
actually was here. When he sees the money on the table, fiery agitation fills him and he grabs it.
Jimin goes to straight to Jeonghan, throwing the money on the table and not taking any of it, not
wanting anything of his, and leaves although he still has an hour left.

Jimin knew he should have gotten rid off Jungkook.

 The Blood
Chapter Summary

The man’s eyes harden, face contorting into a grimace. Jimin doesn’t have the time to
react when the man moves and buries his hand Jimin’s hair, ripping his head back.
“You were spying on us.”

Jimin grits his teeth and makes sure he doesn’t look directly into the man’s eyes. “I
was there because I wanted to use the washroom. I would call it fate, rather than
spying.”

“And what do you know about Tattoo?”

“I know who he is.”

“How would a prostitute know Tattoo?”

“You would be surprised about what we know.”

Chapter Notes

Well, as the titles already say the first chapter is The Chocolate of this story and the
second chapter is The Blood part of this story. So if you think the first part was heavy,
then boiii, do I have a suprise for you. lol, chill. I'm joking. Hope you guys enjoy this.
I worked as hard for you guys as I could.

WARNING: In case you haven't read the tags yet, there is quite some heavy stuff
ahead. attempted rape, explicit violence, non-explicit minor character deaths and
explicit smut, past mentions of rape. Don't read if it'll be a trigger.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Jimin can feel eyes drilling into the back of his head and he already knows who they belong to.
Dongsun has been desperately trying to get his hands on Jimin in the past days but Jeonghan won’t
let him. In the beginning, Jimin was inclined to provoke Dongsun because he knew that his money
was the reason why Jeonghan was not letting anyone get his hands on Jimin, even if he was mad at
Jimin for almost having sex with someone in the booth. Jeonghan, of course, hoped that he would
come back and spend another sum like that on Jimin. Not even Jeonghan touched Jimin to give
him the usual jab because he wanted Jimin to be flawless.

But now this isn’t the only reason why Dongsun isn’t allowed to touch Jimin. The mafia boss this
strip club belongs to has ordered the best strippers and prostitutes to get ready for a home visit.
Home visits for a small party or gathering aren’t anything unusual per se but Jimin has heard that
there’ll be also strippers from the other strip club that belongs to the mafia boss. A huge amount
like that is unusual.
Jimin wonders what effect this home visit will have on the changes that have been happening
inside the syndicate, and if they’ll be in any danger if they go. It’s obvious that the home visit is
something to show the boss’ generosity or assets, and the dancers will be a present for one night,
but Jimin wonders if it’ll have any other influence on them. They aren’t told who they will be sent
to and in a way that is great. The less information they are provided, the better because then it’ll be
easier for Jimin to leave all this behind, but not knowing who he’s going to is also making his
anxiety rise and all the alarm bells ring in his head. The fact that they aren’t told who they have to
visit means that it can only mean that they’re being sent to someone connected to the mafia. And if
the boss is sending his best strippers, and he is the boss and thus the highest position in his
syndicate can only mean that they’re being sent to someone higher than him, to another syndicate
maybe even.

A different syndicate is problematic because they have different rules. The strippers have their
orders from Jeonghan and the boss: you’re only there to dance. Don’t let anyone touch you. But if
there are customers breaking those rules in the strip club, then how can the strippers expect
mobsters to follow the rules and respect the strippers when they reject their touch. ‘Stripper’ and
‘respect in one sentence is laughable, but even the devil would laugh at mobsters respecting
strippers.

Jimin knows how barely any member or the syndicate respects the hands-off rule, and they are
under direct control of either Jeonghan or the boss. This doesn’t apply to members from another
syndicate, most probably on their territory. If the strippers are once there, they’re on complete
undetected ground where the borders are blurred out, if they exist at all.

The atmosphere is heavy in the back area. All dancers know, at least vaguely, what the home visit
means. The strippers that aren’t going are mostly relieved but there is a handful that look at the
ones that are going with jealousy in their eyes. Jimin thinks they’re stupid. Yes, the ones that are
going are going to get extra money for this, from their boss and maybe even guests from the home
visit they’re supposed to entertain, but it also puts them at a high stake. A single mistake of one
stripper could in the worst-case scenario cost all strippers their lives, and who knows if torture will
be involved or not. In the best-case scenario, the mistake will only cost the stripper making the
mistake their life.

Jimin tries his best to forget about all of that as he dances on stage but dancing doesn’t help him
much in this case. Every face Jimin looks at is disappointing or scary to look at. Jimin is either put
down and then angry at himself when he doesn’t see him, or he can’t stop imagining how he’s
looking into the face of a scary mobster that is out to kill him. At least he hasn’t seen Namjoon
again.

Jimin’s mind can be taken off of everything going on when Seokjin takes him to one of the
backrooms. The strippers that are going to the home visit are actually not allowed to take anyone to
the backrooms because Jeonghan wants them in their best condition, even going as far as
forbidding them to have sexual intercourse outside of the strip club, but he makes an exception for
the regular and well-paying Seokjin as long as he doesn’t mark Jimin.

They have no words for each other as Seokjin throws Jimin on the bed and straddles his hips.
Seokjin is a rough person by default when it comes to sex. The way his hands needily roam Jimin’s
body and try to subject everything to them, has Jimin wondering if Seokjin will manage not to
mark him up. Seokjin likes marking his partners, but Jimin more so.

In the end, it won’t actually matter if Seokjin marks Jimin or not. Jeonghan won’t throw the man
out, not only because he’s a regular but because Seokjin has at least the same position as Jeonghan,
if not even a higher one. The only thing Jeonghan would do is demand more money which Seokjin
will easily provide. Jimin thinks that will be the case as Seokjin grips Jimin’s hips in a bruising
grip, thrusting into him from behind, and hissing dirty words into Jimin’s ear that no one would
ever associate with Seokjin. But after having had sex so often with the man, Jimin knows better,
moaning and crying for the man, not because he has to even if he feels good, but because Seokjin
likes it.

Jimin comes calling out Seokjin’s name and doesn’t have to wait long for Seokjin to finish too.
Panting, Jimin waits for Seokjin to pull out and then turns to Seokjin while avoiding his cum on
the bedsheets. Seokjin throws the condom away, opening his arms for Jimin afterwards. Jimin
curls himself on Seokjin’s chest, trying to take some comfort out of the touch. Usually he doesn’t
mind cuddling with Seokjin or Namjoon but that has been changing recently.

Seokjin rubs one hand up and down Jimin’s back and asks, “What’s wrong, angel?”

Jimin puts his chin on the back of his hand that is resting on Seokjin’s chest and looks at Seokjin,
shakes his head.

“Is it because of that home visit?”

Jimin doesn’t know what to say. It’s true but not entirely. It’s everything. His missing father, this
job, the home visit, he. Jimin sighs and rests his cheek against his hand, hoping this answer is
enough.

“Do you know where you’ll be going for the home visit?” Seokjin asks.

Jimin shakes his head.

“Another syndicate?”

Jimin’s heart stutters. Seokjin doesn’t ask questions like that. Not only because he’s well aware
that Jimin doesn’t know anything, but also because when Jimin used to ask him questions about
mafia business then Seokjin wouldn’t answer because it would endanger Jimin unnecessarily. For
Seokjin to ask Jimin a question must mean that the man has no idea what is going on, and that it
must be extremely dangerous.

“I don’t know,” Jimin says.

“It’ll be fine. If it were dangerous they wouldn’t send you there.”

Jimin doesn’t believe it but nods anyway.

Seokjin moves Jimin so he’s straddling Seokjin’s lap but Jimin moves off of him without even
realizing it. Tilting his head to the side, Seokjin stares at Jimin questioningly, Jimin never having
denied Seokjin anything before. Jimin is frozen for a moment and then smiles, sitting himself on
Seokjin’s lap.

“Come on. Lets get you out of here before Jeonghan gets a heart attack,” Seokjin says.

Jimin nods and puts on his shorts, the only thing he has been wearing that night. He strips the bed
sheets off and puts new ones on, throwing the dirty ones into the hamper. Kissing Seokjin on his
cheek, Jimin smiles at him once and moves to open the door but Seokjin holds it closed.

“Be careful, Jimin,” Seokjin whispers and lets go off the door.

Jimin stares at him wide-eyed and, overwhelmed by need, asks, “Will you be there?”
He knows it’s a stupid question. The smile on Seokjin’s face confirms that it indeed is very stupid,
but Jimin needs to know. He wants someone with him there. Jimin has learned to adapt to whatever
situation life throws him in, but that doesn’t mean that he likes it. He only adapts because he has no
other choice. If Jimin wants to survive then he has to adapt.

That’s why this home visit is so scary. Jimin has no idea what it will bring him but if Seokjin is
questioning him about it, never once before bringing Jimin into mafia business, and tells Jimin to
be careful, then it has to be something big. Something dangerous.

“No,” Seokjin responds although he doesn’t need to. He cards a hand through Jimin’s hair and
adds, “You’ll be fine.”

Sighing, Jimin throws his arms around Seokjin’s neck and presses their lips together. He greedily
sucks on Seokjin’s lower lip and lets out the most genuine moan from the whole night when
Seokjin wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist. Jimin presses closer to Seokjin before letting his lips
go with a wet smack.

Seokjin smiles down at Jimin and cups Jimin’s cheeks. “What happened to you, my angel?”
Seokjin asks, sounding genuinely curious.

Jimin lowers his head and shakes it. With a sigh, Seokjin lets go of Jimin and opens the door,
bidding him goodbye. He wishes for Namjoon to come by.

---

The days of waiting for the home visit go by faster than Jimin can even count. Not even the
monotony of Jimin’s everyday life can slow down the process. Jimin spent the past days full of
dancing on stage which left him with sore muscles every day, never once going to the private area
or the backrooms with anyone. Not even Seokjin comes by to see Jimin or talk to him again.

Business is bad in those days, leaving the prostitutes not going to the home visit even more
frustrated. Jeonghan isn’t fazed by the low number of customers that come to the strip club, the
majority of them average citizens and not the well-paying gang members. He is getting a hefty sum
for the home visit but uses this chance to work the other prostitutes harder anyway.

Any other day, Jimin would be happy about seeing less and less gang members in the strip club but
this can only mean that the recently arisen conflicts are still there and that the boss has big things
planned. This ultimately also leads every scenario of Jimin’s back to the home visit they have to
make. It makes Jimin wonder how much of it has to do with the conflict, how Seokjin and all the
others are involved in this. In case they are being sent to another syndicate and not a rich CEO or
politician then how much deeper will that drag Jimin into the gang?

Jimin closes his eyes and rests his head in his neck. He has made his decision and it’s too late to
back out now anyway. If Jimin were to back out now Jeonghan would have his head. He doubts he
even had a choice in the beginning. They were called in early that morning to prepare themselves
and then drive to the place.

The door opens with a loud bang and Jimin doesn’t have to turn around to see that it’s Dongsun.

“The car is here. Get up.”

Jimin gets to his feet, pulling on a light jacket that won’t brush off the glitter on his chest, already
wearing the white, ripped skinny jeans that he has to put on for the evening. His blond hair is a
kempt chaos, his make-up is kept light that is supposed to add the aura of sensual innocence Jimin
emanates in the club but brings out his pink lips like ripe fruit.

By the time Jimin gets up, Dongsun has walked out already. Jimin walks to the front of the club,
seeing cleaning staff work and get everything in order for business hours. It’s fascinating how the
club changes when it isn’t filled with horny and naked people, music loudly baring through the
speakers. Jimin likes it a lot because the club is stripped of his whole wrongness. As if it is
allowed a small break and given a chance for a new meaning. Only to sadly come back to being a
strip club. The break is nice anyway.

After all five strippers are gathered to leave, Jeonghan stands in front of them to repeat the rules
again. As if it’s going to be useful in a different place where neither of them have ever been to.

“And remember: you’re there for entertainment. Not sexual service,” Jeonghan ends his speech.
“Now go. A car is waiting for you outside.”

Just as Jeonghan said, there is a car with black tinted windows but no Dongsun or a security guard
to accompany the strippers. Jimin expected at least someone to come with them but seems as if
they are completely on their own. They are ushered into the backseats by a man, another man
sitting in the driver’s seat. Ignoring the nagging voice in his head, Jimin enters last and lets the
door be closed after him.

Just for the sake of it, Jimin tries to open the door but can’t. He looks up to find the driver and his
biggest rival stripper, Haeun, stare at him, shrugs and looks out the window. It’s not like he
committed any crime.

The buildings fly past Jimin, the distance between them getting bigger and bigger until they are in
outskirts of the city. Now it makes sense why they were called in early that morning and are
driving to the place in the afternoon. It is way outside of the city, and this does nothing to soothe
Jimin’s nerves.

It makes sense, Jimin tells himself. If it is a rich CEO or a politician then it isn’t good if they get
involved in a scandal where someone finds strippers and prostitutes in their home. If it is for a
mafia gang, then it’s even more reasonable because a city is dangerous for a party of those.

The two men barely interact with each other and when they do it’s mostly silent. Jimin and Haeun
exchange a look, one that isn’t filled with the usual menace and followed with sneering but a
knowing one. Right now, they’re all they have and both hope that the other is trustworthy.

Working together with Haeun is a feat Jimin has never managed to pull off, the rivalry too big
between them. The fact that Jimin stole Seokjin from her on his first days is what triggered it but
Jimin can’t bring himself to regret that. He has to survive.

But he knows that Haeun is intelligent. She has been working under Jeonghan for a long time, and
anyone who can do that as well she is, has outstanding survival skills, skills that all five of them
need right now. Jimin hopes it doesn’t come that far but the gun lying next to gear shift isn’t very
promising.

Jimin has seen a similar model. Dongsun once allowed himself a joke when he explained Jimin the
difference between the guns that is used by police and security guards and the ones preferred by
gang members while holding one. Then he had pressed it against Jimin’s temple and almost gotten
his hand broken by the smaller man. The gun on the gear shift looks suspiciously similar to the one
Dongsun had been holding back then.

After an almost three-hour ride, they have reached the beginning of the outskirts of the
neighbouring city. They remain in the most far outskirts, stopping in front of a mansion. Jimin
knows that some of their customers are rich but this is surprising nonetheless. It shows just how
rich some customers are, reminding Jimin of the way Jungkook just threw two bundles of money
on the table as if it is nothing.

The man in the front seat exits the car and talks to a security guard behind the gate. It would be
nice to hear what they’re saying but they’re too far away. When the gate is opened, Jimin believes
they will be let in but two guards step out. The door is pulled open and Jimin silently follows when
he is ordered to step.

“What’s going on?” another stripper asks when she steps out of the car but is given no answer.

They stand in a line, Jimin’s heart pounding in his chest and his eyes fixated on the guns in the
belts, not hidden from view. A clear warning.

“Hands up!” one of the security guards orders.

Haeun is the first one to do so wordlessly, prompting everyone else to follow. They let themselves
get checked, enduring the wandering hands from one of the guards. They’re told to get inside the
car again after being checked for weapons and driven to the back of the house.

There are multiple cars lined in front of the mansion that only add to the whole expensiveness of
the scenery. The front yard is perfectly trimmed and taken care of, not a single leaf out of place.
Then there are also security guards everywhere. Jimin wonders if they’re here for the president.
This mansion isn’t the blue house but it’s not like the president can’t leave his residence.

The inside of the mansion, which seems to mainly consist of marble, is filled with humans. They’re
walking in every direction, either obviously waiters or other staff members or security guards.

“Is this normal?” Hyeri asks when they are ushered into a room to get ready and retouch their
make-up.

“We’re here to dance and not to ask questions,” Haeun responds. She is the only so far who has
been on home visits before. That’s why her words make the atmosphere even heavier than making
it lighter.

“We should move on. We have a long night ahead,” Jimin says and opens the door to step out.

A man waiting in front of the door for them who will accompany them to every place they need to
get as if they’ll get lost without him. Jimin assumes that there are just some things behind the
closed doors of this mansion that they’re not allowed to see, and to be honest, Jimin has no interest
in it.

The five of them follow the man down a hallway where even more people are rushing around.
They walk into a big hall that punches the air out of Jimin’s lungs. Tall glass chandeliers hang from
the ceiling that each seem to weigh a ton when looking at the decorations. On one length of the
wall is set out a buffet, the other has multiple glass doors showing off the pool outside. The hall
itself is filled with multiple tables and chairs covered in in white cloth and adorned with black
ribbons. It could be mistaken for a hall rented for a wedding party if it were not for the five poles
spread out over the hall on top of small platforms.

Jimin is looking around and taking everything in, wondering what is on the other side of the far
end of the hall. The door they’ve gotten in through opens, and in walks a man accompanied by five
people similarly dressed to Jimin and his co-workers, the strippers from the other club.
The man who lead the strippers in claps twice to get the stripper’s attention and says, “So now that
we have gathered all together, let me explain the rules: I am Jihoon, your supervisor. I will assign
you to your places where you must remain all the time unless you want to have a small break but
even for that you need my permission first. Your bigger breaks are scheduled, and you’re not
allowed to go outside.”

Jimin inwardly rolls his eyes, outwardly showing no reaction. The rules of Jihoon are rather
ridiculous but Jimin knows he’ll be following them anyway. Jihoon is a tall man, around 180
centimetres, and his lithe form makes him stand out. As if he is in the wrong place. It’s the
complete opposite of the bodyguards’ and other workers’ figures, and makes Jimin wonder what
position he has in all of this.

“The celebration will take place in two halls that are connected through that door,” Jihoon explains
and points to the door at the far end. “Five of you will be in each hall.”

An intense gaze on him urges Jimin to turn around and come face to face with a dancer from the
other club. She is inspecting Jimin and his colleagues with narrowed eyes, judgement written all
over them. Jimin knows this isn’t a competition even if the dancers are allowed to perform
something that a guest requests in return for money, but he feels challenged by the dancer
nonetheless. And he always wins.

Jimin smiles, syrupy and cute, when their gazes meet and looks her up and down. Without looking
at her again, he turns back to Jihoon. Much to Jimin’s dismay, Jimin and the woman from the other
club are assigned to the same hall but at least they’re not on platforms next to each other.

The strippers are only given a couple minutes to eat something, and then they have to get on the
platforms already, waiters standing at their assigned spots with tablets in hands. Music starts
playing and the hall slowly fills with people, more and more men entering and sitting at the tables,
the occasional woman along with them.

The dancing isn’t any different from what Jimin does at the club. He has a pole but can choose not
to use and the same music is also playing, only much quieter. The attention Jimin is used to from
the club isn’t there though. Those men are chattering, eating but mostly drinking. Only a few of
them are watching the dancers or looking at them occasionally, the rest are busy with themselves.

Jimin gets some requests to dance something in return for money that is put in the box next to his
platform. He glides along the pole, using his muscles to make it look effortless and sensual. With
the third request, Jimin is so immersed in himself that he doesn’t see what happens but is forced to
open his eyes when he hears a man close to him speak up.

“I’m sorry, sir, but you can’t touch the dancers.”

Jimin blinks his eyes open and looks at the security guard standing next to him, then at the
requester whose hand is extended towards Jimin, stopped mid-air. That is surprising. Jimin didn’t
think someone would be keeping an eye on them. But even here Jimin knows this isn’t happening
due to respecting them but because of their boss. His boss specifically sent them, may even be
sitting here somewhere, so he has to keep an eye on his goods. Not that Jimin cares why the
security guard does it. He doesn’t get touched, so it’s fine if it’s because of the boss. He has
learned to take what he gets and appreciate it.

Protest is written on the man’s face, and that is what sets Jimin in motion. He leans over the
platform into the man’s space, only slightly to not offend him, and winks. “Maybe some other
time.” Then he pulls back and continues dancing.
When Jimin’s break starts, it’s already dark and Jimin can feel his muscles straining already. He
dances through the tables to Jihoon, requesting permission to leave for the dressing room.

“Twenty minutes. And if you want to use the washroom then use the one in that hallway.” Jihoon
points to a hallway to his right that leads to the backyard. “You’re not allowed to go into any other
rooms than the dressing room and that washroom.”

Jimin beams at him although he would like to deck Jihoon for repeating the rules yet again. “I
know. Don’t worry.”

Jihoon is unaffected by Jimin’s smile, going back to watching the celebration. Jimin takes that as
his cue to leave and immediately hides in the dressing room. He massages some oil into his legs to
relax the muscles and then lays down for ten minutes. So far everything has been going well. Jimin
almost feels ridiculous for being so paranoid and freaking out over basically nothing. The evening
hasn’t gone by yet and there is still a lot left but Jimin is relieved. Mobster or corrupt politician or
not, Jimin is grateful to the saint who organized this.

The last five minutes of his break, Jimin uses to the go to the washroom. He does his business fast,
not wanting to be late. He’s sure Jihoon already has his eyes on his watch and on his platform to
see whether Jimin will be late or not. Jimin exists the washroom, about to turn right to walk to the
celebration when he hears someone.

“Tattoo must be somewhere here.”

Jimin freezes as soon as he hears the sentence. It’s impulsive. Jimin has no control over the
reaction. He barely manages to stop the door from loudly falling into its place and alarming the
man.

“Shhh,” a second voice hisses. “Someone might hear you.”

The voices get quiet, impossible for Jimin to make out what they say. He looks to his left from
where around the corner the voices are coming, then to the celebration to his right. Jimin should go
back. The celebration is what he’s here for but that name is echoing loudly in his head. He doubts
he heard incorrectly but he still needs to make sure.

Grateful that he has no shoes on, Jimin silently closes the door and creeps as close to the corner as
he dares. As long as he makes no sounds, he should be fine. It’s obvious he isn’t allowed to get
caught or who knows what will happen.

“He’s definitely here. As if he would miss out on this.”

Jimin held his breath, heart beating so loud he’s afraid they’ll hear him. He can barely hear
anything over the blood rushing in his ears, too invested in the newly-found information.

“We can’t let him take over. It will be much harder to kill him then. We need to find him now,
when he still has no personal assets,” the man with the thick accent says.

Jimin’s mouth falls open, one hand coming up to cover it. He’s listening in on a murder plan, the
one of Jungkook no less. It’s unbelievable that someone is talking about this at a celebration but
then again, Jimin knows how dangerous any man can be, whoever he may be.

He thinks of Jungkook, asking Jimin for his name, doing the wave with his abs, and doubling over
in laughter. To connect the man with someone who is kind of ‘wanted’ is hard, impossible even.
Maybe Jimin heard wrong. Jimin is barely certain he’s hearing what they’re talking about now,
then how can he be sure about the name when he was standing a few meters away. He can’t.
There’s no way.

“Kang said he has sent someone who can find Tattoo but I doubt that person will when no one
knows how he looks. We can’t do anything until next morning anyway. We should go back before
we raise unwanted attention.”

Jimin’s heart leaps into his throat, legs setting into motion before he can order them to. He rushes
back to the washroom door, opening it and acting as if he was just exciting because he has no time
to actually walk in and hide. Just as he puts his hands on the zipper of his pants, the men walk
around the corner, door falling closed. Jimin stops acting as if he’s adjusting his pants and looks
up, heart hammering against his chest.

They’re not what Jimin supposed they would look like. One of them, just like the majority in the
halls, is wearing a black suit and has dishevelled black hair. The other one is slightly shorter than
the first man and is wearing a colourful suit with patterns of flowers on it. They watch Jimin with
scrutinizing eyes, even turning to each other to exchange a glance.

Jimin gives them the most charming smile he can muster up and walks back to the celebration, ass
swaying from side to side to act as if he is putting a show on for them. He has to force himself not
to run away, to act as unsuspicious as he can. Jihoon’s eyes are on him as he gets back to his
platform, starting where he left off.

Jimin needs to find Jungkook and warn him. There are men, more than just those two judging by
their conversation, looking for him. He wonders what exactly this celebration is for. Who is
celebrating what? His stomach twists in knots when he thinks he may be dancing for Jungkook’s
murder. He needs to find him before those men do.

No.

Jimin doesn’t have anything to do with this. Jungkook is a grown man and seemingly knows how
to hide. Surely the man must be aware that there are people who want to kill him and has taken the
necessary precautions to avoid being killed. But what if Jungkook doesn’t know that they have
followed him until here?

Jimin almost groans aloud at the thought and then again when he notices he has stopped dancing.
He picks up dancing again, making sure he doesn’t repeat that mistake. As Jimin makes a spin on
the pole, he sees the two men standing in the hall and looking at him. Now that could be
coincidence but it also couldn’t be. Jimin only keeps his eyes subtly on them, not wanting them to
see that he is watching them. It would be too suspicious, and Jimin doesn’t need them following
after him.

Jimin has one advantage and that’s that he knows who Tattoo is and how he looks. If he truly is in
this hall or the other one, then Jimin can find him. The disadvantage is that he doesn’t know how
to find him. There are so many people here, walking from one place to another that if Jimin is
checking one side of the hall, Jungkook may disappear from the other and reappear somewhere
where Jimin is no longer looking. Not that Jimin will look out for the man.

Turn, split, drop, and again. Jimin dances. Only concentrates on his job, for what he has been here.
His mind strays to thoughts to Jungkook touching Jimin with the bill when someone drops some
money in his box, thinks of Jungkook inviting him to sit on his lap when he hears the request, and
feels like he is dancing in front of Jungkook on the ground again instead of the platform. Who is he
trying to fool? Jimin will have to find him.

The next minutes go by excruciatingly slow. Jimin tries to dance only until his next break starts but
he always finds his eyes locked on the clock to see when he can finally leave. At least the two men
have left.

Jimin checks every face he sees, tries to find any familiarity to Jungkook so he can tell him what’s
going on. He remains unsuccessful. As soon as the clock strikes the time, Jimin jumps down from
his platform, telling the man who wanted to request something to come back later.

“I’m going to go on my break,” Jimin tells Jihoon, smiling tensely and walking backwards before
the man even gives his consent.

“Fifteen minutes. Your earlier break was longer than it was allowed.”

Jimin resists the urge to roll his eyes and gives Jihoon a thumbs up. After a final look at the hall to
make sure Jungkook really isn’t here, Jimin disappears into the other hall. It’s decorated in the
same way as the first hall, only the layout is different and that’s why things are standing at
different places.

There are countless men present in this hall too. No way can Jimin make out any familiar face
besides the one from the strippers on the platform. Jimin contemplates going on the platform of
Haeun to check the hall from a better spot, but that would raise too much attention. The two men
would also see Jimin again, and that’s something he doesn’t want.

He walks through the rows of the tables, ignores the looks from the strippers and guests he gets,
and gives up when he doesn’t find Jungkook. Maybe Jungkook is outside of the halls. There are
countless men there too.

Before Jimin can be taken over by doubt, Jimin makes his way to the hallways to look for the man,
hoping to find him there but then again also not. If Jimin doesn’t find him then that must mean he
isn’t at the mansion. And that’s good. Although he could be in one of the many rooms Jimin has no
access to.

Jimin looks through each hallway where he thinks he hasn’t looked. Waiters and security guards
alike give him weird looks but he doesn’t let that stop him. He hopes he doesn’t walk into a
hallway just as Jungkook leaves it through the other end, like in those annoying dramas where the
characters walk right past each other without realizing it. He looks until he is about to walk out of
the left side of the mansion where the celebration is taking place, and gets stopped by a security
guard.

“You’re not allowed to be here,” the man sneers, one arm spread out to block Jimin’s way.

Jimin shouldn’t meddle. He doesn’t even have a single clue about what is going on and yet he’s
trying to find a man he hasn’t even see at the party. Those men don’t know how Jungkook looks.
For all Jimin knows they could have had a wrong information that Jungkook is here. It was a guess
of theirs, not a fact.

Jimin decides to try his luck with him. “Have you seen a man this tall?” Jimin asks, holding his
hand ten centimetres above his head. “He has brown, black hair, round face. Is pretty well built.”

The annoyance on the security guard’s face grows with each word that leaves Jimin lips. Jimin is
trying to remember something about Jungkook that will make him stick out in the crowd when he
gets pulled back by his elbow, a body coming between him and the bodyguard.

“I’ll take care of this.”

Alarm bells ring in Jimin’s heads, the voice rendering him useless. The man whose face he is
scared to look at grabs his elbow again and leads him back towards the celebration. Instead of
taking him to the hall, Jimin follows silently as the man opens a door in a hallway Jimin isn’t sure
has been in, and is pushed inside of what appears to be an office.

Jimin’s heart almost explodes when he comes face to face with Jungkook.

“Well, well, well. Aren’t you a curious little kitten?”

Jimin stares with his mouth wide open, not believing that Jungkook is standing right in front of
him. In the bright light of the room the man looks much more attractive than Jimin remembers
him. He is half a head taller than him, brown hair with brown and doe eyes. The most striking
thing is his smile that gives him an innocent aura even when he’s wearing a black suit.

Jungkook’s smile widens when Jimin doesn’t respond, head falling down and chuckling to himself.
He looks up again and puts his hands in his pockets, head tilting to the side. “What? Can’t believe
I’m standing right in front of you?” Jungkook makes a dramatic pause, smirking, “Princess.”

Jimin blinks, feeling the pet name like a slap to his face. He has grown to hate it again.

“Don’t call me that,” Jimin simply responds, voice cold.

Jungkook’s expression falls, and then he nods to himself. “What else am I supposed to call you
when you won’t tell me your real name?”

“Don’t call me anything. We have no business with each other.”

“You also had no business in that part of the mansion. What were you doing there when you were
told not to leave the hall unless you have to use the washroom?”

Jungkook seems well-informed and like a hunter in front of his prey. His eyes are set on Jimin and
there is a challenging glint in them. Jimin rarely ever doubts his ability to master any situation, but
in this case, he’s certain that the probability of him losing is higher than him winning.

“Looking for someone,” Jimin retorts.

“Who could you possibly know here?”

Jimin holds his breath. He can sense that Jungkook knows his answer, that he is expecting
something specific. He refuses to say his name, instead decides to tell him his reason, “I heard two
men talking about wanting to kill Tattoo. They didn’t know who he is.”

Jungkook freezes. Then his back straightens, head raising and shoulders moving back. He looks
even taller like that. “Where?”

“In the hallway that leads outside to the backyard, where the washrooms for the dancers are.
Seemed like they didn’t know someone would go there.”

“And they saw you?”

Jimin shrugs. “Yes.”

“Did you see them?”

Jimin watches Jungkook for a moment. The man seems relaxed. Even though his stance changed
drastically when Jimin mentioned those men, Jungkook doesn’t seem too affected, as if he’s used
to people wanting to kill him.
“I did.”

“Can you identify them?”

“They were both rather short, around 1,65 and 1,75 meters. One had a weird flower patterns on his
suit and the other was speaking in a thick accent, didn’t seem like he grew up in Korea.”

Jungkook nods, seemingly recognizing them. “Not really surprised.”

“Why do they even care about you?” Jimin asks. “Did you do something?”

“What could I have possibly done to them?”

“I don’t know. Steal their money.”

Jungkook stares at Jimin silently for a few seconds and then says, “I’m the boss’ son, the heir to
my father’s syndicate.”

Jimin blinks and then tilts his head. It takes a moment for the words and their meaning to settle in,
and then they have Jimin almost panicking. His eyes widen slightly, corners of his mouth
twitching, and his whole frame tenses.

The heir of a syndicate is standing right in front of Jimin, and it has him almost flipping shit. The
closest he has been to any higher ranking mobster knowingly is Seokjin. He knows Seokjin has a
high position and was careful in approaching the man because of it. As far as Jimin is aware, he
hasn’t danced or had sex with anyone higher than Seokjin. Jungkook, though, is the heir of a
syndicate. That’s not only the highest position Jimin has interacted with but it’s automatically also
the most dangerous one.

Jungkook, who has been watching Jimin’s reaction closely, moves to stand in front of Jimin. “Can
you lure these men here?”

Jimin almost scoffs. “You want me find them for you?”

“Why do you sound so shocked?” Jungkook asks, eyes looking Jimin up and down.

“Because I don’t want to get involved in this. It’s dangerous, and I already told you who they are.”

“But I need to hear them say it,” Jungkook says, voice filled with urgency. “No one will believe
me unless you give me evidence or unless I hear it from their lips.”

“Then, I suggest you go and find evidence,” Jimin retorts, being done with Jungkook. All he
wanted to do was warn Jungkook for whatever reason. He doesn’t need to get any deeper in this.

Jungkook stares Jimin down for a moment and then leans back against the desk, folding his arms
over his chest. “Didn’t you say they saw you?”

A shiver makes its way down Jimin’s back, chilling him to his bones. He doesn’t let Jungkook see
it. “Yes.”

Jungkook smirks. “Then who’s saying you’re not already in danger?”

Jimin’s heart skips a beat and he has to force himself not to sigh.

“Why would they risk letting you live when they’ve clearly seen your face and you’ve seen theirs?
The only reason you are alive is because you’re still on my territory.” Jungkook pushes himself off
the table and approaches Jimin as he says, “As soon as you leave, I can promise you you’ll be dead
tomorrow. The latest.”

Jimin stares at Jungkook, breathing the same air as him. He knows that Jungkook is correct. Just
like he felt the urge to let Jungkook know about those men and have them taken care of, the same
way those men will want him dead. He isn’t naïve enough to believe that they would let him live in
peace.

“And what do you want to do now?” Jimin asks.

Immediately, Jungkook smirks. “It’s easy. We send them a message, telling them to meet you here
because you have information that they need. You tell them you know who I am in return for
money. I only need to hear them say it once, and then I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Why would they believe me?”

“They won’t, but they also won’t pass up the chance to find out who I am or to see who the man is
that knows they’re looking for me. They’ll come here either way.”

Jungkook walks around the desk and takes a piece of paper, scribbling something down on it.
Nervousness makes its way into Jimin’s system, everything telling him to abort mission. This isn’t
what he came here for. He should have just let those men be. Why did he ever let Jungkook make
him do stupid stuff like that?

Jungkook folds the paper, walks out and hands the paper to one of the two men suddenly standing
outside. He whispers something into his ear, that Jimin doesn’t hear, and closes the door again.

“What now?” Jimin asks after Jungkook stands in front of him again.

“Now we wait until they come. I’ll be in the adjacent room,” Jungkook says, pointing at the door
to his left. “And wait till they reveal their plans.”

“And I how do I do that? Do you have a great plan for that too?”

Jungkook’s eyebrows raise and he walks towards Jimin, voice soft as he says, “I know, I just made
a decision for you, but you have to understand that this is necessary.”

“I do,” Jimin interrupts him, not liking what Jungkook’s tone is implying.

“Okay. They won’t try to kill you until they have made sure they’ve gotten all information out of
you. I will always be here. You won’t be in any real danger.”

Jimin wants to tell Jungkook that he doesn’t believe him. The man is the heir of a mob empire, has
multiple men thirsting after his life. Who knows what a man like him who has managed to stay
undercover for so many years is capable of. Jimin doesn’t, but he has the imagination and
experience to think of at least a dozen scenarios, and none of them end well. He is also aware that
Jungkook is his only way of making it out alive which is why he isn’t allowed to offend the man.
And also because of the mob empire heir part.

Jimin nods curtly and asks. “What exactly am I supposed to tell them?”

“They most probably know you’re not working for one of our strip clubs so don’t say you do. They
will ask you how you’re sure that I am Tattoo and why you’re telling them that. Tell them you
have a debt and would like to do it in exchange for money, and that you saw a man with a long scar
on his left cheek refer to me as Tattoo. Tell them that I am dressed a security guard in the second
hall.”

“Long scar, left cheek, security guard in the second hall,” Jimin repeats to make sure he has heard
correctly.

Jungkook nods, putting his hands on Jimin’s shoulder. “I’ll be here. Don’t be afraid.”

“I’m not,” Jimin retorts, smiling brightly to show Jungkook that he doesn’t want to hear words like
that.

Jungkook assesses Jimin with his eyes for a second, nods and then walks to the door. He calls both
men in and leads them to the adjacent room, following after them once he takes a good look at
Jimin again. The door closes and Jimin finally allows himself to sigh. Despite having experienced
quite some stuff in his life, Jimin still feels like nothing will compare to this. There will be two
mobsters in front of him who want to see him dead, and he has to try and charm them, make them
admit that they’re out to kill Tattoo.

Jimin sits on the chair and tries to relax, eyes closing. He isn’t allowed to be nervous in front of
these men. It may cost him his life. This is what he has to do in order to live, and Jimin will ace it.

The door opens without a warning, Jimin opening his eyes and seeing the two men enter. He puts a
smile on immediately, supporting his elbows on the desk. “Welcome, gentlemen.”

The shorter man stays close to the door as the man with the thick accent halts next to the desk,
hand resting on the table. “You called us?”

Jimin curls in on himself slightly, pitch higher than normal when he speaks. “Yes. I thought we
have something interesting to chat about.” He touches the man’s hand with one finger and looks at
him through his lashes. Next thing Jimin knows, his head is blown to the side, cheek stinging
painfully and a loud beep ringing in his ear.

“Don’t touch me, you filthy whore,” the man snarls, letting his hand fall back to his side.

Great, Jimin is obviously dealing with someone from a different calibre. He’s sure he won’t be able
to charm his way out of this. Jimin gulps, slowly turning to face the man again. The beep in his ear
thankfully turning quieter.

“You mentioned something interesting that we have to chat about,” the shorter man says,
unaffected by his friend’s short temper.

Jimin nods, making sure he keeps a blank face this time.

“And that would be?”

“Tattoo.”

The man’s eyes harden, face contorting into a grimace. Jimin doesn’t have the time to react when
the man moves and buries his hand Jimin’s hair, ripping his head back. “You were spying on us.”

Jimin grits his teeth and makes sure he doesn’t look directly into the man’s eyes. “I was there
because I wanted to use the washroom. I would call it fate, rather than spying.”

“And what do you know about Tattoo?”

“I know who he is.”

“How would a prostitute know Tattoo?”

“You would be surprised about what we know.”

The man’s hand loosens, letting go of Jimin’s hair, but he doesn’t step back.

“And what could you possibly know about him?” the shorter man speaks up.

“How he looks and where you can find him.”

“Why should we trust you? What guarantee do you have that your information is correct?”

“I believe that someone with a scar on his left cheek calling a man ‘Tattoo’ is guarantee enough.
He definitely looked like he knew who Tattoo is,” Jimin says, adding a small smile.

The two men exchange a look, the shorter one stepping closer to Jimin too. “When did you see
that?”

Jimin faces the man, trying to keep an eye on the man next to him too. “Right after everyone left
for the celebration,” Jimin says, hoping he doesn’t say anything wrong. “I just came out of the
dressing room. Then I heard you talking about him and thought you might want to know who he
is.”

“And what do you want for that piece of information?”

“Money,” Jimin says simply, trying to make it sound like that too.

With each second that passed Jimin grew more anxious. He has been in the same room with those
men for five minutes already and has been hurt twice already. He doesn’t want it to become longer.
There has to be a way how Jimin can make them say that they want to kill Jungkook so he can
finally leave.

“What do you want to do with him?” Jimin asks tentatively, breaking the silent conversation of the
two men.

“That’s none of your business,” the man next to him sneers.

“It kind of is. I have to know how valuable this information is to you to name a prize.”

The men exchange another look, seemingly unsure of what to do.

“Well, if you’re not interested in it, then I’m sure I can find someone else who is,” Jimin says and
gets to his feet.

This time, Jimin sees the slap coming but can’t prevent it. He suppresses a whimper, cheek
stinging with the force of the slap. “Are you trying to blackmail us?”

Jimin’s tongue flicks out to lick the blood off his lip while he faces the man again. “I am trying to
make a deal that will benefit both of us.”

The shorter man puts his hands on the desk, leaning towards Jimin and successfully gaining his
attention. Through the malicious smirk on his lips, Jimin can tell that he is easily the more
dangerous one out of the two. “We want to kill him, and we could just as easily kill you.”

Jimin’s internal celebration is immediately cut off by the small addition of the man. It’s almost
painful not to look at door leading to the room where Jungkook is hiding and continue to look at
the man. Suddenly, Jimin wishes he had put on a shirt so maybe then he wouldn’t feel so cold or
exposed. He wonders what Jungkook is waiting for.

Jimin is pushed back onto the chair, the shorter man coming up behind him. Just as the man is
about to put his hands on Jimin’s shoulder, the door to the adjacent room bursts open and the two
security guards come running into the office, guns pointed at the two men. The man with the thick
accent tries to flee to the door but stops as soon as the gun is pointed at him. The shorter man stays
right behind Jimin. Although a voice in Jimin’s head is screaming at him to get up and run away,
he is frozen to the chair, afraid that they will shoot him if he moves.

Jungkook calmly walks out of the room, a smirk his adorning his lips like a crown does the head of
a king. Jungkook has won, and he knows that. Jimin can see the anticipation in his face to ruin
those two men.

Jimin almost recoils when Jungkook’s eyes land on him. The smirk falls but the intensity in
Jungkook’s eyes stays. He stops in front of Jimin, hand coming up to touch the wound on his lip.
Jimin grimaces but doesn’t pull back.

“I hate it,” Jungkook mumbles and looks at the man with accent, “When people touch what they’re
not allowed to touch.”

Jimin’s heart skips a beat. The words hit him with a force that render him breathless, shaking with
the aftereffects because this isn’t Jungkook saying them. It’s Tattoo. A man so dangerous,
mobsters want to see him dead. And Jimin is his focus of attention.

“What do you think you’re doing?” the shorter man asks. Jungkook turns his face to him, tilting
his head. “I don’t think Jeon Junghyun would be happy to know that you’re threatening his guests
and men.”

Jungkook starts laughing, forced and humourless. It sends a chill down Jimin’s spine. “I’m sure
Jeon Junghyun will also not be happy to know that you’re planning to kill his son.”

“I’m not,” the man insists.

“I heard it,” Jungkook says, voice lowering dangerously.

“What proof do you have? And why would anyone believe a mere security guard and a stripper?”
the man with the thick accent speaks up.

Jungkook leans close to the man, invading his private space. “Why wouldn’t Jeon Junghyun
believe his own son?”

Jimin sees the man’s eyes widen in fear. They flick over to Jimin and then back to Jungkook again.

“You wanted me. Here I am,” Jungkook says, spreading his arms out. “Do your worst.”

The two men stay silent, atmosphere heavy with dread and fear. None of them know what to do,
whether to believe Jungkook or not. The man in front of Jungkook casts his eyes to the shorter man,
Jungkook immediately gripping his chin in a tight grip.

“Look at me. Don’t you dare look away. You like hitting people, huh?” Jungkook asks, slapping
his chest with his palm. “Hit me. Come on. HIT ME!”

Jimin would have flinched at Jungkook’s scream if it were not for him instantly kicking the man’s
knee afterwards and shocking Jimin. The man doubles over in pain, clutching his knee with both
hands and groaning loudly. Jungkook knees the man in the face and delivers a kick to his stomach
when he falls to the floor. Then Jimin averts his eyes.

From the corner of his eyes, Jimin can still see Jungkook move. He resists covering his ears,
knowing it will be futile and only a sign of weakness. He has learned a long time ago it’s better to
not show these, to not be weak in the first place.

Jungkook stops rather fast. Jimin thinks it would have been hard to tear the heir away from the man
but he stops himself. At that point the man is no longer moving but he is alive. The shorter man is
visibly pale, trying hard to hide his shaking.

Jungkook throws his head back and turns to the short man. “You had just sworn allegiance to me in
front of my father. We could’ve gotten along so well but you needed to ruin it, didn’t you?”

The short man doesn’t say anything, truly looking small in that situation. Jungkook turns around to
his security guards and tells them something that Jimin doesn’t bother to catch. He has seen and
heard enough.

Jimin doesn’t watch as the men get dragged out of the room. The one Jungkook beat looks like he
could be sleeping but at the same time he could also be dead. No one can tell from looking. Not
that Jimin is. For a second he wonders what will happen to him, what Jungkook will do to them but
he knows not to ask. Never ask. The door is closed silently after the man is dragged out, the shorter
one following him, and that is it.

Jungkook walks to the other side of the desk, opening a drawer and pulls out a box. He sets it onto
the desk and motions Jimin to it with his chin. “Sit down.” Jimin doesn’t even know when he had
stood up from the chair and walked to the other side of the office.

He looks at the door. Jimin should have been back a long time ago. He is sure Jihoon will inform
Jeonghan about how he went missing in the middle of his shift, and Jimin should do everything to
lessen his punishment as much as he can. But then again, his body is sore and he isn’t too keen on
going back out to the mobsters. That’s why Jimin sits on the desk and opens his legs for Jungkook
to stand between them.

“You have a first aid kit?” Jimin asks when Jungkook opens the box and pulls out bandages.

“Where there is a gun, there need to be bandages.”

Jimin watches Jungkook pour disinfectant on a pad of cotton and lead it to Jimin’s face. Jimin
leans back before Jungkook can touch him with it. “What are you doing?”

“Help you avoid blood poisoning,” Jungkook retorts with big eyes. “Now stand still.”

Jungkook wraps his hand around the back of Jimin’s neck to keep him in place. Jimin is surprised
by the force of it, for a moment thinking that Jungkook will just as brutishly press the pad against
his wound, but he’s surprised by Jungkook’s gentleness. He softly presses the pad against Jimin
lip, the disinfectant making Jimin hiss and scrunch his face. Jungkook pulls the pad back, eyes
wandering over Jimin’s face, and presses it against Jimin’s lip again. Jimin knits his eyebrows
together, not flinching this time.

It’s unnecessary. It’s only a split lip. Jimin has had far worse in his life, but Jungkook seems
adamant about cleaning the wound as properly as possible. Jimin’s eyes stray to Jungkook’s lips,
and he thinks about how he didn’t get to kiss the man the last time he saw him. The urge to do so is
still there. Much stronger this time.
Jungkook puts the pad next to the first aid kit and then takes Jimin’s hand in his. He moves Jimin’s
arm around, assessing with his eyes, and does the same to the other arm too. When Jungkook
moves to Jimin’s legs, Jimin kicks his shin.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking for injuries. Are you okay?” Jungkook takes grips Jimin’s jaw softly and turns his head
from side to side, looking for injuries on his face. Jimin pushes his hand away and gulps. “I’m
fine.”

Jungkook’s hand hesitates in the air next to Jimin’s face and then slowly sinks to the desk. He puts
each hand next to Jimin’s thighs, successfully cutting off three ways for Jimin to escape. If Jimin
wants to leave, he has to crawl backwards, but even then Jimin doubts Jungkook will let him.

“You saved my life,” Jungkook breathes, and adds in a firmer tone, “For that I owe you. Tell me
what you want.”

“Let me leave. My pimp will give me enough shit already,” Jimin says.

“I’ll take care of that. Tell me something you really want.”

Jimin contemplates whether he should mock Jungkook for thinking that money will solve all of his
problems, but then again it will also solve his. So he lets it rest and opts for smiling brightly. “If
you’re taking care of my pimp then you’re already repaying me.”

Jimin tries to push past him, arm against Jungkook’s chest, but he won’t budge.

“My life is worth far more than the measly amount of money I will give you,” Jungkook breathes
close to Jimin’s ear, hot breath fanning over Jimin’s neck. It makes him shiver. “Whatever you
want, Princess. Say it and it shall be yours.”

Jimin turns his face, tip of his nose brushing Jungkook’s. He pulls his head back, taken off guard
by the proximity. Jimin’s heart is thumping loudly against his ribcage and his breathing is
becoming irregular. He wants to shy away even more but then again that’s not something Baby G
would do. So Jimin stays and witnesses how his body goes crazy.

All that Jimin wants to do is prove to everyone that he isn’t affected by Jungkook. He is calm,
collected. The most composed man in the world. Jungkook has no effect on Jimin at all, and Jimin
can live on as he always has done after meeting him. The only reason why he’s still thinking of
Jungkook is because he has unfinished business with him. Once he closes that chapter, he will
forget the man just as he has forgotten the rest of them.

Jimin faces Jungkook wholly again, wraps his arms around Jungkook’s shoulders and legs around
his hips. Jungkook gulps, hands settling under Jimin’s thighs to pull him closer. Jimin tilts his head
slightly, parting his lips. The mind games have begun.

“Are you sure you can give me what I want?” Jimin rasps, biting his lower lip.

Jungkook inhales deeply, chest touching Jimin’s for the duration he keeps the air in. “Are you
sure?” Jungkook asks.

The corners of Jimin’s lip twitch. “What? Not man enough to fuck me or what, Tattoo?”

One hand of Jungkook’s flies up to Jimin’s jaw, squishing his cheeks in a firm but not hurting grip.
Jimin’s eyes widen. Taken off guard, his façade slips.
“Is this,” Jungkook says through gritted teeth, “What you want?”

Jimin blinks, concentrating on his breathing to get the onslaught of feelings at bay. He pushes them
to the back of his mind and into a drawer he’ll never open. Then he pushes Jungkook’s hand away,
wondering if Jungkook would have punished him for this if his men were to see, and hisses, “Yes.”

Jungkook wastes no time afterwards. He pulls Jimin into him harshly, pulling Jimin’s head back by
his hair to bite his jaw. Jimin yelps, partially because of the pain and partially due to the
suddenness of the act. His hands scramble against Jungkook’s back, body tensing for a moment
before he relaxes. He takes in a gasping breath, heat winding in his gut. When Jungkook pulls back,
he laps at the mark left behind and kisses the spot.

Jimin’s chest is heaving, anticipation coursing through him. He can’t wait for what else Jungkook
has got for him. Despite the satisfaction Jimin is feeling, he tugs mercilessly on Jungkook’s hair
and hisses, “No marks.”

Jungkook, unbothered by the handful of hair in Jimin’s grip, leans his head closer to Jimin and
smirks devilishly. “Leave that to me.” Then he cups Jimin’s cheeks, gaze turning just as soft as his
voice when he asks, “Can I kiss you now or is this still a no-go?”

Jimin rolls his eyes and decides to slam his lips against Jungkook. Their teeth clack painfully when
they meet, Jimin’s split lips throbbing but he’s unbothered by it. Jungkook takes in a big breath of
air, arms coming around Jimin’s shoulders and head to press him close, and presses his lips against
Jimin’s in a bruising kiss. He sucks on Jimin’s lower lip, nibbling on it and then letting go in
favour of kissing Jimin again. The kiss is needy and carnal, as if Jungkook can’t control himself,
can’t get enough. Jimin clutches Jungkook’s jacket tightly in his fists, almost going limp in
Jungkook’s arms.

Just as Jimin feels as if Jungkook is going to kiss him forever, lips bruised and red, Jungkook cups
Jimin’s face and pulls back. His eyes are almost black, pupils dilated as he stares at Jimin’s lips.
He leans down again, tongue darting out to lick off the blood that has been smeared all over their
lips.

Jimin presses a hand to Jungkook’s crotch and smiles when he finds the man half-hard. “This
fast?” he taunts. “If this goes on you’ll have creamed your pants while we’re still at foreplay.”

Jungkook lets Jimin play and grabs Jimin’s hair in one hand, thumb running over Jimin’s lips.
“Don’t think I forget what gets you going, Princess,” Jungkook murmurs and slips his thumb in
Jimin’s mouth.

Jimin lets out a small gasp but closes his lips around the thumb, sucking it into his mouth.
Jungkook smiles. He prods Jimin’s teeth and presses down on his tongue. Jimin’s tongue swirls
around the digit, sucking and even scraping it with his teeth. Delightedly Jimin notices that
Jungkook’s earlier cockiness is gone and his eyes have gone hazy. His chest is going up and down
a little faster than before, something that Jungkook doesn’t even try to hide, and that’s what makes
Jimin’s gut coil. The openness of Jungkook’s feelings.

“I wish I had a bed I could fuck you on,” Jungkook mumbles, sounding tormented, “Give you what
you deserve.”

Jimin’s eyes widen slightly and his cock twitches. He is surprised by his own reaction to
Jungkook’s words. He sucks on Jungkook’s thumb a little harder, needier than before. Jungkook
pulls his thumb out and sticks it into his own mouth, licking Jimin’s saliva off with a hard suck.
When they kiss again, the ferocity from before is gone. Jungkook takes his sweet time, chastely
pressing his lips against Jimin’s. He kisses Jimin’s chins, leaving a trail of spit on his way along
Jimin’s jaw, nibbling on the skin. Jimin whines when Jungkook kisses the juncture between his
shoulder and neck, thighs tightening around Jungkook’s hips.

Jungkook’s breath comes out harshly through his nose but he still drops a few kisses to Jimin’s
neck. When he pulls back, Jimin thinks it’s to catch his breath but instead Jungkook reconnects
their lips. If Jungkook doesn’t care about his breathlessness, then Jimin certainly is also not going
to. He pulls Jungkook closer and sucks his lower lip into his mouth. Jungkook moans, panting into
Jimin’s mouth. Jimin feels a need to ravish the man.

“I can’t believe I just get to kiss you now,” Jungkook pants when Jimin pulls back.

Jimin’s gut curls deliciously in pleasure at how needy Jungkook sounds but he doesn’t react to it.
“Are you going to fuck me now? Or do you need a special invitation for that?”

Jimin expects Jungkook push him down and rip his pants off, or to press Jimin’s front against the
table, hold him down, and take Jimin from behind. Instead Jungkook presses Jimin closer and puts
his forehead against his, one hand going down to circle around Jimin’s nipple. “Not yet. I still need
to do so much to you.”

Jimin blinks surprised and then his eyes flutter closed when Jungkook closes his lips around
Jimin’s nipple. The heat makes Jimin whine, bury a hand in Jungkook’s hair and arch into his face.
Jungkook lets out a pleased moan and sucks on Jimin’s nipple. The tip of his tongue circles the
sensitive bud, playful and teasing.

Jimin’s toes curl, heat is pooling in the pit of his stomach, making him squirm and wish Jungkook
would finally finish this and just fuck him, but he knows that the man has just barely begun. The
way he kisses a trail down Jimin’s chest, sucks in his skin lightly and ends up using his teeth, harsh
breaths leaving through his throat prove how hungry Jungkook is, is wanton. For the first time,
Jimin feels like he’s being devoured, and he's ready for it.

Jungkook entangles Jimin’s legs from his hips so he can properly mouth at Jimin’s stomach.
Jimin’s stomach flutters, a small giggle escaping his lips at the tickling sensation. It catches
Jungkook’s attention, mouth hanging open above Jimin’s stomach as he stares at Jimin for a few
seconds. Jimin acts as if nothing happened.

When the staring goes on for too long, Jungkook lowers his face until his eyes are on the same
level as Jimin’s cock, face nuzzling Jimin’s crotch. Jimin chokes on his breath, hands flying up to
tangle in Jungkook’s hair and hips bucking into Jungkook’s face. Jungkook mouths along Jimin’s
cock, his balls, hot breath hitting Jimin’s skin and spit wetting his pants. It’s not enough to be
satisfying, just enough to leave Jimin wanting more.

Jimin feels more than sees Jungkook unbutton his pants. He doesn’t protest when Jungkook pulls
Jimin’s hands out of his hair but whines when Jungkook removes his mouth from his crotch.
Wiping away the spit smeared on his chin with the back of his hand, Jungkook pulls Jimin to his
feet. Jimin is confused about the sudden turn of events but lets Jungkook do as he pleases.
Jungkook pulls Jimin’s pants down low enough for his cock to spring out and curl against his
stomach, and for Jimin’s ass to be exposed. Jimin is pressed against Jungkook tightly, Jimin’s cock
trapped between their bodies and Jungkook’s hands exploring Jimin’s ass.

“Fuck, Princess,” Jungkook rasps, eyes firmly set on his hands kneading Jimin’s buttocks. “You
have such a beautiful ass. Makes me want to eat it.”

Jimin moans, puckering his lips in a silent demand for a kiss. He hums, pleased that his wish is
granted, moving his lips languidly against Jungkook’s. It’s impulsive when Jimin starts rutting
against Jungkook, his cock trapped between their bodies finally getting some relief as Jungkook
teases his hole with his fingers. When Jimin’s humping becomes a little frantic, Jungkook pulls
away, ignoring Jimin’s scowl.

“You’re so naughty, Princess. You don’t get to cum yet.”

The smirk on Jungkook’s face is unsettling, reminding Jimin of the time Jungkook didn’t cum in
the strip club. Technically, that wasn’t Jimin’s fault. He had offered his help to Jungkook but the
man had refused. It isn’t fair to torture Jimin because of that.

Jungkook sits Jimin on the desk again, pushing him down so he’s sprawled on his back. He holds
Jimin down with one hand, other hand circling around Jimin’s cock. Jimin gasps, eyes going wide,
and upper body impulsively moving up only to be held back by Jungkook’s hand. He almost
screams when Jungkook swallows him whole in one go, hands scrambling against Jungkook’s arm
to hold onto something. His hips buck into Jungkook’s mouth, making him choke and pull off.

“Princess,…what the fuck?” Jungkook coughs out, hand pressed against his mouth, using his other
hand to support himself on the desk.

Jimin pulls him in by the collar and hisses. “If you don’t finish what you started, then I promise
you won’t ever get to fuck me.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen slightly, mouth opening in shock. Then he smirks. “Bossy.”

He leans down to press a kiss against Jimin’s lips, but Jimin pushes him. “Less talking, more
blowing.”

Again, Jungkook only smiles, situating himself between Jimin’s legs. He pulls off Jimin’s pants,
which Jimin is annoyed by greatly but leaves him so Jimin can demand even more effort from him.
It takes effort to take off the pants, Jungkook staring at them quizzically after he has fought them
off Jimin’s legs. Turning around, Jungkook immediately moans when he sees Jimin laying naked
in front of him, pants falling to the floor. His hands immediately grope Jimin’s thighs.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jungkook murmurs, hands massaging Jimin’s thighs, eyes stuck on the
motion. Jimin almost blushes.

“I don’t have all day,” Jimin huffs, hoping to sound annoyed but his tone is too airy. He can’t
control it.

Jungkook smiles to himself and positions Jimin on the desk in a way where he can put his feet on
the table, knees bent. Much to Jimin’s chagrin, Jungkook attaches his lips to his thighs. Although
Jimin would like to have Jungkook’s mouth somewhere else, he still tries to enjoy the sensation of
the tingling going down his legs and shooting straight into his gut.

Jungkook sucks on the skin that is paler than the rest of Jimin’s body but is just as soft. He tries not
to suck and bite too hard, knowing Jimin will get mad if the marks he leaves are too dark, but he
can’t help himself. Jimin is so pliant in his hold, his thighs fitting perfectly in his arms as he wraps
them around his thighs. He nips and nibbles on the skin, turning to the other thigh when his hunger
takes over again. Jimin tastes sweet, too sweet for his own good.

On particular harsh suck, Jimin’s thigh flinches, pleasure settling in his gut. Jimin gets a handful of
Jungkook’s hair and makes the man look at him. “Jungkook,” Jimin breathes, making sure he
sounds and looks needy. “Suck me off.”
It’s an unusual request of Jimin. No one likes to suck off the prostitute. They want to be sucked off,
and just because Jungkook put Jimin’s cock in his mouth earlier, doesn’t mean he wants to do it
again. But Jimin wants it. It was too short, and this is Jungkook, so it should be fine. But Jungkook
is also the heir of a mafia gang.

Jungkook smirks. One of his arm around Jimin’s thighs comes off so he can wrap his hand around
Jimin’s cock, mouth opening to take him in. Jimin whines and buries his hands in his hair. He
bottoms usually. The sensation of something hot and wet around his cock is unfamiliar to him.
Jimin had forgotten how it felt. He closes his eyes to wholly concentrate on how Jungkook’s
mouth feels, how he hollows his cheeks and wraps his tongue around Jimin’s cock. The way
Jungkook sucks on his head and pushes the tip of his tongue into his slit make Jimin’s toes curl in
pleasure, head thrown to the side.

Jungkook wraps his hands around Jimin’s knees, pushing them up so Jimin’s hips lift off the desk.
He leads his mouth lower, licking Jimin’s balls and sucking them into his mouth. Jimin gasps, head
shooting up to look at Jungkook. Jungkook isn’t looking at him at all, too busy working his mouth
against Jimin. Jimin’s head falls back on the desk, barely feeling Jungkook raise his hips further
into the air and spreading his legs. He doesn’t miss the way Jungkook’s tongue licks a stripe up his
hole. Jimin moans loudly, legs shaking in Jungkook’s hold but he doesn’t let go. He licks again,
this time not as deep as before because of Jimin’s squirming.

Jungkook presses Jimin’s knees against Jimin’s chest, leaning over him to say, “Hold them for me,
will you?”

Jimin inhales shakily, hands wrapping around his thighs to press them as close as possible.
Jungkook immediately goes back to his earlier position, using now both free hands to spread
Jimin’s cheeks.

“Such a pretty hole,” he murmurs against the ring and then sucks on it. Jimin’s whole body shakes,
a whine leaving his lips as he throws his head to the side from the pleasure. Jungkook nips and
licks, flattening his tongue against Jimin’s hole.

Jimin mewls when Jungkook pushes his tongue inside Jimin, tightening reflexively around the
muscle. Jungkook pulls back and rubs his thigh. “Relax. You’re too tense.”

Jimin pouts. “Then give a man a warning before you do something surprising.”

Jungkook smiles but doesn’t respond, only leans down again to spread Jimin’s cheeks further apart.
This time Jimin is prepared and tries to remain relaxed as Jungkook presses his tongue into his hole
again. Jimin keens, wanting Jungkook to go deeper. Jungkook insistently presses his tongue into
Jimin, nose buried in Jimin’s scrotum. He pulls back, much to Jimin’s dismay, to breathe properly
and then goes back to sucking on Jimin’s hole.

Jimin moans unabashedly, uncaring of Jungkook’s men listening in on them. The pressure in his
stomach raises, heat coiling in his gut. He is close to cumming and knows he should warn
Jungkook but he doesn’t want to. He wants to cum, so he does. All Jimin feels is hot pleasure
shooting through his body and Jungkook’s tongue in his hole. He only hears his own noises after
he has come down from his high, limbs still tingling with the aftereffect. The cum on his stomach
is also noticed afterwards.

Jungkook has pulled away, cleaning the spit smeared over his chin and mouth with the back of his
hand. He leans over Jimin’s panting frame and brushes Jimin’s hair from his sweaty forehead.
Jimin languidly responds to Jungkook kiss, too blissed out to be as heated as Jungkook is, his hard
cock pressing against Jimin’s leg.
“You liked it that much, huh?” Jungkook asks with a smirk after he pulls back and stares at Jimin’s
cum on his stomach. It’s obvious that it’s more than as what counts normal.

Jimin rolls his eyes. He sits up, already feeling energized. He wouldn’t be Baby G if only one
round were enough to knock him out or exhaust him.

“Apparently, I’m not the only who liked it a lot,” Jimin murmurs and presses his hand against
Jungkook’s crotch, basking in the hiss Jungkook lets out.

Jungkook cups Jimin’s cheeks and kisses him again, hips bucking into Jimin’s hand. “Fuck,
Princess. I’m going to fuck you so good.”

Jimin hums. “Are you sure you can make hard enough again?”

Jungkook narrows his eyes at Jimin, lust and challenge making them glint. “Do you want to bet?”

Jimin chuckles, not because he finds it funny but because he wants to taunt Jungkook. “We know
how this went the last time.”

Just as Jimin expected, Jungkook’s eyes darken and his jaw tenses. He grips Jimin’s thighs in a
bruising grip and hisses. “This time I’m going to fuck you and you will like it.”

“With your clothes on?” Jimin asks, eyeing Jungkook’s dressed form.

Jungkook chuckles, starting to pull of his jacket. “You should’ve told me sooner that you’re
desperate to see me naked.”

Jimin scoffs, his eyes never leaving Jungkook’s hands that are now working on the buttons of his
white dress shirt. When the last button is undone, Jimin motions for Jungkook to step closer.
Without hesitation, Jungkook obliges and stands between Jimin’s legs, hands falling back to his
meaty thighs. Jimin busies himself with Jungkook’s shirt, taking his sweet time in running his
hands down the sides. Pushing one side off, Jimin reveals one toned shoulder that takes his breath
away. Then he rips the shirt off, controlling how fast he does it because he doesn’t want Jungkook
to know how desperate he is. The man will never let him live this down.

It’s nice to see what Jimin could mostly only feel the last time. There is a perfectly formed six pack
in front of Jimin, pectorals and shoulders just as toned as the rest. Jimin tentatively reaches up with
his hand and glides it along Jungkook stomach, feeling the outlines and smooth skin. His hand
travels up to Jungkook’s chest, and when Jimin starts to get dizzy, he notices that he has stopped
breathing.

He clears his throat, hoping Jungkook didn’t notice his mishap, then he pulls his hand back as if he
has been burned. It takes Jimin a second to realize what happened and then he’s groaning when
Jungkook bounces his pectorals again. Jimin glares at Jungkook, wondering how the man didn’t
learn from last time. He can’t stay mad for too long though, Jungkook’s laugh making him feel like
it was worth it.

“I had to,” Jungkook laughs. “For old times’ sake.”

Jimin just glares at him.

“Okay, I’m sorry. Go on,” Jungkook apologizes, not looking the least bit sorry. He stands in front
of Jimin, back straight as a rod, unsuccessful in fighting off the smile.

Jimin rolls his eyes and bites his lips to suppress his own smile. Clearing his throat, Jimin puts his
eyes back on Jungkook’s toned chest. Jungkook had been right. He does have an amazing body.
Jimin almost salivates at the view in front of him, tan skin beautifully stretched out over multiple
muscly bumps. He wants to taste, savour it, and make it his own.

The atmosphere changes from playful to tense in an instant, heavily loaded with lust. Jimin bites
his lower lip and then dives right in, licking a stripe up Jungkook’s nipple. Jungkook hisses, hand
fisting into Jimin’s hair, but he doesn’t pull him away.

Jimin likes Jungkook’s reactions, likes how affected the man is. The low groans, hisses and pants;
Jimin saves them all in the back of his mind. There is just one thing that bugs him.

Jimin looks up at Jungkook, presses his front straight against Jungkook’s, and pulls him down for a
kiss. It’s hot, messy and wet, more tongue and spit than lips, and Jimin can’t suck enough of
Jungkook’s tongue into his mouth.

“I’m quite surprised, I must say,” Jimin pants, needing to get this out. “I thought you must have
some tattoos but there are none.”

“Says who?” Jungkook asks, breaking off their kiss and turning around.

Jungkook’s back is also mostly clear, only beautiful tan skin, broad shoulders, the muscles under
the skin unequivocally dancing as Jungkook moves. Jimin doesn’t see anything until his eyes go
lower, to Jungkook’s small back. He is sporting a dark blue and black dragon, lithe but long body
winding around itself. The tattoo isn’t big or pompous but it’s just like Jungkook, hiding behind
multiple facades and layers, practically non-existent, but inarguably dangerous and mesmerizing.

A feral desire takes over in Jimin. He bows and presses his open mouth against the skin, tongue
darting out to lick a fat stripe of the skin, the tattoo, Jungkook. This could go completely wrong.
Jimin may be insulting Jungkook in the worst way possible. A whore who is worth nothing
touching the most important part to not only a mobster but the heir of a mob empire. But it’s
already too late, so Jimin enjoys his possibly last moment. Maybe Jungkook will still fuck him
before he shoots a bullet through Jimin’s head.

The thought of this being the last thing he does turns Jimin ravenous. He laps at the skin greedily,
both hands gripping Jungkook’s hips to suck, nip, and bite, finding the dimples. Jungkook’s hand
finds Jimin’s head, Jimin moans, asking for just a few more seconds to sate this yearning. He
whimpers when Jungkook pulls his hair harshly, scalp stinging with the force. This is it.

“Fuck, Princess, liked it that much?” Jungkook pants as he wraps his arms around Jimin.

Jimin nods frantically, arms coming around Jungkook’s waist to touch his tattoo, moist with his
saliva. “Looks amazing,” Jimin huffs, pressing himself close against Jungkook, hands slipping into
his pants to massage the bit of Jungkook’s buttocks he gets in his hands.

“If you liked it that much then I’ll get more.”

Jimin’s breath catches in his throat. He hastily removes his hands from Jungkook’s pants and
unbuckles his belt. “Fuck me.”

“Princess,” Jungkook murmurs and tries to wrap his hands around Jimin’s wrists.

Jimin pushes them away. “Now,” he says sternly, voice wavering with need. “Tattoo, fuck me.”

Jungkook’s eyes darken and he pushes Jimin’s hands away from himself, unbuckling his belt
himself. Jimin’s swears on his life and grave that the clinking of the metal is the sexiest thing he
has ever heard in his life. Jungkook’s cock springs free, Jimin’s mouth almost falling open in
response. Jungkook had not been exaggerating when he referred to his cock as ‘fat’ the last time.
Jimin almost drools but instead spares himself the embarrassment and gulps the sudden flood of
saliva audibly down.

Jungkook buries one hand in Jimi’s hair, wraps the other around his own cock, and taps the head
against Jimin’s lips. Jimin opens his lips and kittenishly licks the tip of Jungkook’s cock. After
three licks, Jungkook gets impatient and pushes his cock past Jimin’s lips, stretching Jimin’s lips
wide open. Jimin chokes slightly, eyes tearing up, but regains control rather fast. He pulls back
until his lips are only wrapped around the tip, intent on giving Jungkook a hard time.

Having enough of Jimin’s antics, Jungkook pulls out of Jimin’s mouth and leans down to kiss him.
“You’re too mean, Princess. Too mean,” Jungkook speaks against Jimin’s lips, refusing to break
the kiss.

“You just beat the shit out of a man and are complaining about me being too mean?”

Jungkook pulls back and pouts, a real pout that children usually sport. “He wanted to kill me,”
Jungkook whines, “But what have I ever done to you that you torture me this way?”

“You torture me too,” Jimin retorts. “Now go on. I’m still waiting for your oh so great skills.”

Jungkook smirks, pouting and whining forgotten as he leans down for a kiss again. “I knew you’re
anticipating it.”

Jimin huffs and bites Jungkook’s lower lip. Jungkook hisses, sucks his lip into his mouth, and
picks his jacket from the couch up. His hand vanishes inside the inner pocket and when it comes
back out, he has a small bottle of lube and condoms in it.

“You have lube with you although you were in a meeting with mafia bosses and other criminals?
How often do you randomly fuck people to have lube with you today?” Jimin questions as he
watches Jungkook uncap the bottle.

Jungkook settles back between Jimin’s legs, pouring lube onto his fingers. “My dad says I always
need to be prepared for everything, so that’s what I’m doing.”

Jimin rolls his eyes but doesn’t question the man further. He’s sure Jungkook will make him go
insane. There is not enough time for him to think of a response anyway, Jungkook pushing him
down and pressing his fingers against Jimin’s hole. His stomach flutters, hole sucking in
Jungkook’s finger without a problem. Jimin is glad Jungkook doesn’t comment on it. It’s normal
for Jimin to be loose most of the time.

Prepping goes fast, Jungkook pushing three fingers inside Jimin and pulling them back out again.
The tip of his fingers always brush Jimin’s prostate but not enough to allow some pleasure, just to
torture. When Jungkook pulls his fingers out to put a condom on, Jimin sits up.

“Fuck me against the wall,” Jimin orders.

Jungkook looks up from where he has barely put the condom on the tip of his cock, eyes wide.
“Huh?”

Jimin moves Jungkook’s hands away and rolls the condom on his cock himself. Afterwards he
wraps his legs around Jungkook’s hips, pouring lube onto his fingers to coat Jungkook’s cock in it.
“I said, fuck me against the wall.”
Jungkook doesn’t waste any time anymore. He puts his arms under Jimin’s legs and pulls him up,
walking over to an empty wall to press Jimin against it. Jimin’s stomach makes a flip, anticipation
coursing through his veins.

Just as expected, it’s no problem for Jungkook to hold Jimin’s weight, but to have it proved to him
makes Jimin almost cum right there. Jungkook’s muscles are protruding, veins sticking out in his
arms, and he’s kissing Jimin with a ferocity that makes one think that Jungkook isn’t easily
handled as a lover. They’re still kissing when Jungkook aligns his cock with Jimin’s hole, teasing
the ring with the tip of his cock before he finally pushes in. Jimin’s pleased hum steadily turns into
a moan the more Jungkook pushes in, feeling a slight sting caused by the stretch. By the time
Jungkook bottoms out, Jimin has his arms tightly wrapped around Jungkook’s neck and his head
leaning against his shoulder.

“Gosh, Princess, I can’t believe I’m finally inside you,” Jungkook rasps, voice close to a whisper.

Jimin raises his head and looks at Jungkook. “I’m sure you can’t.”

Jungkook chuckles, then his arms tighten around Jimin’s hips and he thrusts into him harshly,
Jimin’s mouth falling open in response. “Don’t be a little shit.”

“I think I told you to fuck me,” is the only thing Jimin says.

More than the thrusts, Jimin concentrates on Jungkook’s well-built frame, the way his strong arms
hold him up and how there is no sign of exertion on Jungkook’s face. Jimin doesn’t even need to
wrap his legs around Jungkook’s waist, but does so to keep Jungkook’s thrust short and piercing.
Jungkook’s strength makes an aching lust flare up in Jimin. The intensity with which Jungkook is
running his gaze all over Jimin’s body isn’t helping this case either. Jimin yelps after a particular
rough thrust that demands his whole attention.

Jimin tightens his grip around Jungkook’s shoulders so his broad, muscular chest is pressed flush
against Jimin’s, tightening his hole as Jungkook is pulling out. Jungkook lets out a hiss, angered
gaze turning to Jimin.

“You don’t want to play any games with me while I’m fucking you,” Jungkook growls, and Jimin
should be scared but he only wants to tease more. He likes the control he has over Jungkook, how
affected the mob empire heir is by him.

“Who says I’m playing,” Jimin purrs, sucking Jungkook’s lower lip into his mouth.

Jungkook bites Jimin’s lower, luscious lips, drawing a lewd moan out of Jimin and almost blood.
Jungkook grinds his cock into Jimin, gyrating his hips before he picks up his pace from earlier
again. Jimin squeals when Jungkook presses him further against the wall and spreads his legs so he
can reach deeper into Jimin. There is nothing Jimin can do to keep the sob in when Jungkook’s
cock brushes his prostate and then fucks into him at the same angle over and over again.

“Aren’t y-you liking this…a lot?” Jungkook stutters, beads of sweat making his forehead and chest
glisten.

“I’m actually still waiting for you to keep your promise and fuck me good.” Jimin’s voice is
strained with effort to hide how affected he is. But he’s still right. So far Jungkook’s beautifully
sculpted body may make him weak but the fucking part is still average, nothing new.

Jimin doesn’t miss the way Jungkook’s eyes darken at his words. His jaw and his grip on Jimin
tighten, only to get loose. He presses Jimin further against the wall and holds Jimin’s hips in a
bruising grip.

“Why don’t you admit you’re just a hungry cock-slut?”

Jimin gasps, heart leaping into his throat at Jungkook’s words. He mewls when Jungkook pistons
his hips with newly-found strength, forcing his cock deeper into Jimin. He hits Jimin’s prostate
with each thrust, doesn’t only touch it with the tip of his cock but also drags it along the bundle of
muscle.

“How can you be this greedy?” Jungkook snarls into his ear. “You just want to be fucked hard.
Don’t even care about how cock-hungry you seem. Tell me, Princess, do you want me to take you
out there? Show everyone how well you take my fat cock and still want more?”

Jimin gurgles, legs shaking around Jungkook, and he wishes the man would stop talking or he may
come just from his words. Jungkook puts all of his strength into the next thrust, Jimin buttocks
stinging from the forceful slap of skin, jiggling with each thrust.

“I asked you something,” Jungkook pants.

“Want it,” Jimin whines, not caring anymore about keeping up a façade. “Want your fat cock to rip
me open.”

Jungkook curses under his breath and wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist to pound into him
better. The new angle has Jimin sobbing, hiding his face in Jungkook’s neck. Jimin wonders where
the man finds the strength from, still going harder instead of slower.

“I’m gonna fuck you the whole night, Princess. Abuse your little hole with my fat cock. Will you
like that?”

Jimin shamelessly moans aloud, whole frame shaking at the image. Jimin is not much of a pain
enthusiast but he can’t deny that the sting from Jungkook’s cock does feel good.

“Want y-your fat cock,” Jimin stutters, bouncing helplessly in Jungkook’s arms. “Want all of it.”

“That’s like it. Be a good princess and tell me how much you want it.”

Jimin presses his forehead against Jungkook’s, choosing his next words carefully. “Want you to
ravish me. Fuck me until I bleed and still want more. Make my stomach fat with your seed.”

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses, pressing his lips against Jimin’s. He gives kissing Jimin up when he
notices that it doesn’t work well while he’s plunging into Jimin. So he rests his lips against Jimin,
sharing the same breath and spit. “I should punish you for being so stubborn with me, put a cock
ring on you and never allow you to cum as I stretch your little hole and pump my seed into you,
don’t you think?”

Jimin moans wantonly and shakes his head. “Make me cum. Show me how good you can give it to
me. Keep your promise.”

He knows those are the right words. If there is one thing Jimin has noticed about Jungkook, then
it’s his desire to be the only source of pleasure for Jimin. Jimin only needs to appeal to that side to
get what he wants, to get as many orgasms as he wishes for.

Jungkook grunts as he tries to keep up his pace. His upper body is glistening with sweat now, hair
sticking to his wet forehead.
“Your greedy hole sucks me in so well,” Jungkook growls, turning Jimin’s attention to the
squelching sounds.

Jimin’s toes curl, head thrown back, heat pooling in his gut and liquefying his senses. He wants to
drag this out more but his need to come gets too much. Even if he wanted to control it, he couldn’t
after Jungkook pounds into him. Jimin’s body goes tense in Jungkook’s arms, mouth opening for a
silent moan, and then his hands scramble against Jungkook’s shoulders and back as his body
shakes.

Jimin sees white, pleasure exploding in his gut and swimming through his body like ecstasy. When
he comes back to his senses, the darkness looming in the corner of his eyes dissipating, Jungkook
is standing still, panting loudly. His head is resting against Jimin’s shoulders, arms and legs
shaking with the effort of holding Jimin up, exertion visible now.

Jimin presses a kiss to Jungkook’s temple and tastes Jungkook’s salty sweat. He doesn’t care,
continues to pepper kisses on the man’s skin. When Jimin is about to slide down Jungkook’s body,
he tightens his legs around Jungkook and moves upwards, wincing as a result. Only now does he
notice how full he is, Jungkook’s cock still buried inside him.

“Jungkookie, you need to move,” Jimin breathes.

Jungkook raises his head to stare at Jimin with lidded eyes and a tired smile. “That’s cute.”

“What?”

“Jungkookie.”

Jimin’s heart stops beating. He didn’t even notice he had referred to Jungkook with a diminutive
version of his name. The shock must have been visible on his face because Jungkook’s smile drops
and he clears his throat. He tentatively manoeuvres Jimin in his arms until Jimin’s feet plant on the
floor. Jimin’s legs shake but he’s glad to be finally let down.

“I’ll slip out, yeah?” Jungkook says in a hushed voice, face close to Jimin’s because of his cock
still buried inside Jimin.

Jimin nods, Jungkook taking that as his cue to slowly slip out. He winces when Jungkook pulls out,
hole fluttering around air. Jimin is still embarrassed from his slip-up earlier so he doesn’t meet
Jungkook’s gaze, only looks for his pants as Jungkook pulls up his own pants. Jimin groans when
he sees the cum on his stomach that he still has to remove.

“Here,” Jungkook mumbles and holds paper towels out to him.

Thanking Jungkook, Jimin takes them without looking at him and cleans himself up. His ears burn
red when he notices Jungkook wipe Jimin’s cum off of his own stomach. Jimin is done sooner with
pulling on his pants than Jungkook is with his shirt and jacket. He busies himself with getting his
hair look presentable again, giving up midway because he has to go to the dressing room anyway
and there is no mirror in the office.

Jungkook looks more dishevelled than Jimin does. His hair is now parted in the middle, a few
strands sticking out, upper buttons of his shirt left unbuttoned so sweaty skin peeks through it. He
has multiple paper towels in his hands and is wiping his sweat off. Jimin doesn’t know whether he
should laugh or not when he sees the small pieces of paper sticking to Jungkook’s cheek and
forehead.

“You, uh,” Jimin speaks up and motions to Jungkook’s face awkwardly.

Jungkook looks at him with doe eyes, hand coming up to brush at the wrong cheek. Jimin huffs
and removes the pieces with the pad of his thumb, the contact scorching to his skin. Pulling his
hand back, Jimin clears his throat and brushes his hands on his pants.

“Thanks,” Jungkook murmurs.

“You’re welcome. I should go now. Bye,” Jimin says hastily and turns to the door. They have no
business with each other anymore. He stops when Jungkook grabs his hand.

“I, uh,” Jungkook stutters, “I will send the money to your pimp directly, if that’s okay. I have
neither credit cards nor cash with me.”

Jimin registers the words, the scene hinted at playing in his head. He nods and then looks at
Jungkook’s hand holding his. Instead of letting go, Jungkook takes a step closer, thumb rubbing
Jimin’s hand.

“I won the bet,” Jungkook states, voice not as cocky as Jimin would have expected it to be.

“So?” Jimin asks, noting how detached he sounds.

“I guess you owe me something.”

“We never bet on something.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen slightly, thumb coming to a halt. Then he chuckles to himself. “Why do I
always make beginner’s mistakes with you?”

Jimin shrugs, pulling his hand out of Jungkook’s grip. “You have to be somewhere, and so do I.
Goodbye.”

Jungkook nods and puts his hands into his pockets. “Goodbye.”

Jimin opens the door and closes it as fast as he can. Outside, he’s received by Jungkook’s men.
“This way,” one of them says, leading the way. The other waits until Jimin starts following the
first one and then follows after him. Jimin doesn’t know what this is about, but calms his nerves by
telling himself that Jungkook wouldn’t hurt him. Or so he thinks. Jungkook is the heir to a mob
empire after all, what can Jimin possibly know about the man. Nothing. That’s what.

His gut instinct turns out to be correct when Jimin is lead to his dressing room. He wants to freshen
up and then leave for the party but is instead met with his distressed colleagues.

“Where were you?” Haeun asks, meeting Jimin halfway. The urgency in her voice makes Jimin’s
stomach flip.

“I was kind of busy. What happened?”

Haeun stares at Jimin incredulously and then scoffs. She turns away without answering Jimin’s
questions.

“The party has been cancelled. We’re supposed to go back?” another stripper answers.

“Cancelled? Why?”

“Two men were dragged into the hall, and then suddenly all security kicked the dancers out and
now we’re told to leave.”
Jimin has no time to ask any further questions. He is ushered to pull his hoodie on and then they’re
led outside the mansion. Jimin wonders if the man his co-worker was referring to were the two
men who wanted to kill Tattoo, and if so, what happened to them? It would be naïve of Jimin to
think they weren’t killed, weren’t made an example out of, sentenced to death for everyone else to
witness. He pushes the thoughts out of his mind. They have nothing to do with him.

Jimin is already sitting in the car and staring out the window when he notices that Jungkook never
asked for his name.

---

It has only been five days, Jimin tells himself as he humps the floor, loud cheering following his
move. It should be: it has already been five days. Five days since Jimin has come back from the
home visit and Jungkook is still haunting him. It’s even worse than before the home visit. Before
that utter failure, Jimin only sub-consciously thought of Jungkook. No one, barely he himself
noticed that his body reacted to Jungkook’s ghost and Jungkook’s absence, but now the man is
everywhere.

He is there to let Jimin leave disappointed after every performance, after every single customer he
takes to the backrooms, after he sees chocolate or even himself in the mirror. The small marks
Jungkook had left on him faded by the third day completely, and Jimin could have screamed.

His plan to have sex with Jungkook so he could forget him was a disastrous failure, and all he’s left
with now are memories he dreams of, he compares people to, and to think himself back to. Jimin
should have known it wouldn’t be this easy to forget the man but when was he ever able to read
him.

Jeonghan has surprisingly not made Jimin’s life hell after he found out Jimin just vanished to have
sex with someone during the home visit. The reason for that are, as Jungkook promised, the high
sum of money he received and the sudden ending of the night. Jimin’s sole punishment was that
only fifty percent of the money would go into paying off his debt and he wouldn’t get any of it,
Jeonghan keeping the other fifty percent, but Jimin is fine with that. He went into the night with
the promise of only getting the money for the home visit but instead still got another high sum.
Somehow the money doesn’t seem worth the memories Jimin now has to deal with. He has to help
cleaning up the place afterwards too but Jimin bears it, likes the calm of the club after it’s filled
with loud music the whole night.

Work, on the other hand, gets more unbearable. Jimin hates the whole place more and more each
day. With Namjoon’s wordless disappearance and now even Seokjin’s, Jimin has nothing to make
work appear more tempting. All Jimin now has, are average customers and the ghost of a man.

When Jimin’s shift finally ends and he has cleaned up the place with the help of the cleaning lady,
he is one of the last ones to be still in the club. Jimin is about to go back to the dressing room to
change and go home to rest, when Jeonghan calls him. He is inclined towards telling the man to
fuck off, but knows that it’s a wrong move. So he enters his office, stands in front of him, and
wonders why exactly he has to be there. He wonders if Jeonghan called him to chew him out again
but it doesn’t look like it. The man seems tense, as if something is making him uncomfortable or
worrying him, and that’s concerning. Jimin knows his pimp for a long time now, and rarely ever
has he seen him that way. The few times that Jimin has, something truly concerning was going on.

“Why am I here?” Jimin asks, folding his arms in front of his chest. He only wants to go home,
take a shower, and pass out.

Jeonghan looks up but before he can say anything, someone else does so. “Wow, you’ve got quite
the attitude, don’t you?”

Jimin whips around, startled at hearing the deep voice behind him. There is the man from before
sitting in the chair next to the door. The buttons of his jacket are open and one leg is crossed over
the other. The smirk on his lips looks threatening.

Jimin stares at the man, trying to regain his composure. He turns around to Jeonghan and expects
an introduction. Instead, he gets silence and a harsh look. When he hears some motion behind him,
Jimin turns around and has a pair of collarbones right in front of his eyes. He looks up and sees the
man staring at him already, towering over him.

Jimin has to tries his hardest not to back off. Every single cell in his body is screaming at him to
run away, alarm bells ringing and red lights flashing in head. His skin crawls when the man tilts his
head and lets his eyes wander over Jimin’s body. His heart starts racing and blood rushes in his
ears. Suddenly, he feels too exposed, unsure in his own skin.

Averting his eyes, Jimin tries to swallow and then looks back up again. “Yes?”

“Park Jimin, right?” the man asks, smiling.

“Yes. And you are?”

“Kang Donghae.”

Jimin stares at the man quizzically. The tone of the man is suggesting Jimin should very well be
aware of who he is, and it only confuses Jimin more. He doesn’t like feeling disadvantaged.

“The owner of this club,” Donghae adds when Jimin doesn’t say anything.

Jimin’s eyes widen and his mouth falls open. The mafia boss he has been working for indirectly is
standing right in front of him, and the realization feels like the ground has been ripped away under
his feet. For the lack of anything better to do, Jimin lowers his eyes.

He has no idea why the man is standing in front of him. He hasn’t seen Kang Donghae in all these
years. He didn’t even know his name up until now. And now he’s standing in the same room as
Jimin, right in front of him. Jimin would like to think that it is a coincidence but Jimin has been
called to Jeonghan’s office specifically so Jimin doubts that is the case.

Jimin looks at Jeonghan in hopes of finding a clue on how to behave, what to do and not to do.
Fingers wrap around Jimin’s chin and pull his face forward and up, Jimin now face to face with
Donghae again.

Donghae smiles at Jimin that is more concerning than friendly. He pulls his hand back but Jimin
doesn’t dare move. So he stays. If there is one thing Jimin knows he shouldn’t do, is that he
shouldn’t anger Kang Donghae.

“The rumours are right,” Donghae says, eyes wandering all over Jimin again, “You are beautiful.”

Jimin swallows and hates how his voice only comes out as a whisper. “Thank you.”

“You bring me in a lot of money Jeonghan says.”

“I just work hard.”

Donghae smirks upon hearing the last words, tongue poking his cheek. Jimin curses internally,
feeling his cheeks heat up. He should have worded that differently. A prostitute working hard. How
funny.

The impish smile on Donghae’s face is still there when he says, “You’ve paid back your father’s
debt soon.”

Jimin tenses at the mention of his father. He hadn’t expected that at all, had never known what
position his father had in the gang before he disappeared.

“Isn’t it unfair? He left you money problems and left you in my care.”

Donghae’s voice sends chills down Jimin’s back. Despite not wanting to, Jimin lowers his gaze
and breathes in deeply, failing at being subtle.

“What do you plan on doing after you pay back the debt?” Donghae asks when Jimin doesn’t
respond.

“I don’t know yet. Maybe study. Look for a job.”

Donghae laughs when he hears that. Jimin knows it sounds stupid. This wasn’t his initial plan for
himself either but right now he doesn’t mind as long as he gets out of the strip club. With Donghae
this close to him, Jimin is starting to lose hope though.

“Why don’t you stay here?”

The question takes Jimin off guard. He knows he earns well, brings in a lot of money but he also
knows just as well that he is easily replaceable. When he stops working as a prostitute, his regulars
will just move on to another prostitute, maybe to someone who doesn’t get as big of a share as
Jimin does. The money mostly gets into repaying his father’s debt but it still is a lot of money.

Jimin tries to think of an answer that won’t offend Donghae. He is certain he can leave the club.
It’s not like he has any insider information on the gang that will make it impossible for him to
leave. As far as he knows all the prostitutes in this strip club also don’t belong to Donghae because
the strip club primarily does belong to Jeonghan. The reason why it is called Donghae’s is because
it’s on his territory and Jeonghan pays a high sum of money as protection fees.

“I spent a lot of time in here, and I feel like there’s so much out there in the world. I’d like to see
some of it,” Jimin retorts carefully.

“You can also do that from here, can’t you? After your father’s debt is paid back, you’ll also have
more of your salary. I saw you earlier. You are good.”

The thought of Donghae watching Jimin without him knowing is disconcerting. Jimin can stay but
Jimin doesn’t want to. Donghae’s persistence on Jimin staying is surprising to Jimin. He still has
Haeun after all.

“I think it’s time for me to move on,” Jimin says, and this time looks into Donghae’s eyes.

There is a glint in Donghae’s eyes, the answer obviously not to his liking. Jimin gulps and then
lowers his head again. He’s about to excuse himself, going to mention how his shift ended and it’s
time for him to go home when Donghae speaks up again.

“Guess you don’t like being a whore.”

Jimin freezes. He never expected a mafia boss to think highly of prostitutes but the change in
Donghae’s tone is off-putting.

“This is surprising,” Donghae continues to Jimin’s horror, “You’ve been spreading your legs so
well lately in all the places where you weren’t supposed to do so.”

Jimin inhales sharply. If this is about him having sex with Jungkook during the home visit then
Jimin truly underestimated the consequences for breaking that rule, but Jimin doubts it’s that.
Kang Donghae wouldn’t come over for this. Jeonghan would take care of this but he has been shut
up about this with Jungkook’s money already. So Donghae wants something else.

“Tell me, Jimin,” Donghae mumbles, “Who fucked you in that mansion?”

Jimin stops breathing, much to his dismay. Now this makes more sense. Of course, Donghae has a
bigger purpose behind this visit. It’s not so much about Jimin as it is about information about
people from the home visit.

But Jimin doesn’t know what to say. He has no idea what attitude Donghae has towards Jungkook
as Tattoo and the future heir of apparently a very big mafia gang. Just because he sent over some of
his strippers doesn’t mean he actually likes Jungkook. Does Donghae even know who Jungkook
is?

Jimin thankfully hasn’t mentioned Jungkook to Jeonghan so he knows he doesn’t have to say his
name. He thinks of Taehyung but that’s also not a good idea. Maybe Donghae knows things about
Taehyung, and Jimin also doesn’t want Namjoon to get in trouble. Other than that he doesn’t know
any names. He feels like he’s missing something.

“I don’t know,” Jimin says, knows how stupid it sounds after the pause. To make it more
believable, he looks at Donghae and adds, “He just offered a lot of money and that lured me in
because of the debt.”

Donghae looks at Jimin critically, Jimin praying the whole time that Donghae believes him and
doesn’t question him. The cold stare Donghae gives Jimin doesn’t leave much room for hope.
Then he suddenly smiles.

“Okay. Your shift ended already, right? You should go home. After all, you have to prepare for a
new life.”

Jimin looks at him baffled. The sudden topic change throws him off. He looks at Jeonghan for
guidance but doesn’t find anything helpful. Looking back at Donghae, he nods and remembers last
second to bow as he excuses himself and wishes Donghae a good night.

He has barely closed the door of Jeonghan’s office after him, when he rushes to his dressing room.
Jimin gets his backpack first and crams in his clothes. Creases are his last problem right now. The
make-up can also be removed at home. For now, Jimin wants to be as far away from this club as
possible.

“Aww, you should change first. It’s cold outside.”

Jimin whips around, heart stuttering when he sees Donghae stand in the dressing room. Jimin
should have closed the door. It wouldn’t have done much but at least it would have announced
Donghae’s arrival.

“It’s fine,” Jimin says, trying his hardest to sound composed and ignore his hammering heart, “I
have my jacket.”
Donghae smiles. “Change.”

Jimin gulps. He has been naked around strangers countless times but it’s not nudity that is making
Jimin hesitate. It’s the fact that a mafia boss is ordering him to get naked, and Jimin has no means
to protect himself from him. With a customer it’s easy. If they misbehave then Jimin can just throw
them out or make security do it. With Donghae, he has no chance with that all. If Donghae were a
normal boss that would also be fine, Jimin has protected himself against Jeonghan and Dongsun
multiple times but Donghae is another calibre. One wrong move and Donghae will have his head.

Jimin tries to swallow again but his mouth is dry. He unbuttons his shirt and hangs it on the clothes
rack in one corner. Then he goes back to his backpack to get his shirt out but Donghae stops him.
He turns Jimin around to him while raking his eyes all over Jimin’s naked torso.

When Jimin looks at Donghae questioningly, Donghae smiles again. “You don’t mind, right? I’m
just trying to see what you’re made of so I know who to replace you with.”

Before Jimin can utter something, Donghae wraps his hands around Jimin’s waist. Jimin can feel
his face heat up as Donghae’s hands wander all over his naked torso, from his hips to his shoulders.
He rubs his thumb over Jimin’s nipple, making Jimin step back.

“Oh,” Donghae mutters, “Seems like I got ahead of myself.”

Jimin tries to get some of his confidence back that he always has on stage and says with a smile, “I
seem to have that effect on people.”

Donghae raises his eyebrows, amusedly smiling at Jimin. Jimin is about to grab his shirt when
Donghae speaks up again. “You’re not that special.”

Jimin looks at Donghae, not knowing what to say. In the end, he really isn’t that different from
Haeun or Woojin. He knows it’s not only the fact that he’s beautiful but also male that lure in
many perverted customers. The thought of overpowering a man is what brings them to Jimin and
when he’s smaller then they can let their fantasies free reign.

“Maybe the magic lays in your pants.”

Before Jimin can say anything to that, Donghae has turned him around by his hips and pushed him
against the dressing table. Jimin supports himself with his hands, fighting against his instinct to
fight back.

Donghae’s hands grip Jimin’s ass, kneading the flesh. Then he pulls Jimin against his chest and
cups Jimin’s cock. Jimin squeaks, eyes widening and pushing away Donghae’s hands. He curses
immediately afterwards, wondering what the consequence will be.

Donghae chuckles and raises his hands as if he’s surrendering. “You’re acting like a virgin.”

Jimin lowers his head, fearing he’ll do another mistake. Donghae pulls Jimin in, one hand on his
waist, the other on Jimin’s ass again. This time Jimin won’t do anything uncalculated. This time he
will control himself.

He stands still as Donghae’s hand kneads the flesh harshly, eyes on Jimin’s face the whole time.
Jimin endures it to his best, thinking that Donghae wants to prove something, but after a bruising
tug, he whimpers and grimaces. Donghae lets go off him and Jimin has to do his hardest not to
caress his throbbing ass cheek.

“You have a high pain endurance. Now I see why they like you. You let them fuck you as they
please.”

It has been a long time since Jimin has felt this ashamed and dirty. Jimin isn’t proud of his job but
he has made his peace with it. It’s what he does and at times also enjoyable. The dancing and the
sex, but with Donghae talking like that, he feels like he’s back at his first days of this job.

Jimin looks at Donghae and says, “If your inspection is over, I think it’s time for me to go.”

Donghae narrows his eyes but doesn’t say anything. Jimin pulls his shirt out of his backpack, trying
to put it on as fast as possible without looking as if he’s rushing. He pulls it over his head and lets
his pants. He doesn’t have the guts to take them off in front of Donghae. He is about to wear his
jacket when Donghae speaks up again.

“Tattoo.”

Jimin thankfully doesn’t freeze or change his demeanour in any other way even if his heart skips a
beat. He looks up at Donghae, lowering his jacket again because it could be seen as rude to want to
leave while Donghae is still talking to him.

“Excuse me?” Jimin asks, tone perfectly controlled.

“What do you know about Tattoo?” Donghae elaborates.

“Whose tattoo?”

Donghae sighs, visibly sounding annoyed. “I don’t want to hurt you, Jimin, but I will if need be.
Just tell me what you know about Tattoo.”

At this point, Jimin is scared. He can just tell Donghae everything he knows. Jimin doesn’t owe
Jungkook anything. But the thing is that Jimin doesn’t know anything significant. Donghae surely
knows that Tattoo is about to take over his father’s position. That’s why Jimin and the rest went to
the home visit. Donghae sent them there so he must know this much.

Other than that, Jimin thinks he’s the only one who knows that Jeon Jungkook is Tattoo, knows
how the man looks. But even if Jungkook likes him and even if Jimin saved his life, he’s sure his
father and his men will kill Jimin in an instant when they find out Jimin rattled on Jungkook. And
Jimin didn’t save Jungkook just so Donghae could bring him in any danger. But then again,
Donghae may be able to keep Jimin save from them.

“I don’t know what you mean. Many men had tattoos during the home visit. They were mafia gang
members after all. I-”

“A little birdie told me you had sex with him,” Donghae interrupts Jimin.

Jimin halts for a second to seem as if he’s thinking and then shakes his head. “The guy had tattoos
but I don’t remember anymore what kind.”

“His name is Tattoo!” Donghae screams, taking a step towards Jimin.

Jimin takes a small step back. “I don’t know his name. We just had sex. He didn’t tell me
anything.”

Donghae takes another step towards Jimin, and in his attempt to bring more space between them,
Jimin hastily steps back and stumbles over his own feet, falling to the ground. He whimpers when
he lands on his wrist but doesn’t pay it any heed because in the next moment he’s trying to get up
again. Donghae kicks him to the ground.

Panic is slowly settling in and Jimin now has to actively suppress his flight instinct. He stays on
the ground though, hoping the consequences won’t be bad when he listens to Donghae.

“So you mean to tell me that Tattoo fucked you because he was only interested in fucking you?
There was no exchange of information for money?” Donghae snarls, looking livid.

Jimin gapes at Donghae. The situation is worse than he expected. Donghae thinks he’s a snitch.

“What information?” Jimin asks, shaking his head. “I don’t know anything.”

“Okay.” Donghae nods. “Let me help you gain back your memory.”

Donghae reaches his hand out to Jimin, and Jimin crawls away but he doesn’t come far. Donghae
grabs his arm and pulls him to his feet roughly, hand holding Jimin’s jaw in a crushing grip.

“You love spreading your legs, don’t you? Show me how you do it,” he commands and pushes
Jimin against the dressing table.

The edge of the dressing table painfully digs into Jimin’s side, multiple tools on the table falling
over. Jimin whines and bites his lower lip. He’s turned around by Donghae, his hands already on
Jimin’s pants. Jimin grabs his hands automatically but pulls them back fast. Fighting back is not an
option.

Donghae halts his movements and Jimin uses that as his chance to speak. “I have no source of
information. I don’t know anything about this club or syndicate that I could tell anyone.”

“I don’t trust you, Jimin. You know that Namjoon guy?” Jimin’s blood freezes when he mentions
Namjoon. “He’s apparently a snitch. And he was your regular.”

Jimin shakes his head. “I don’t know. He never asked or told me anything.”

Jimin doesn’t know why he’s this surprised. Jungkook did come with Namjoon to the club, and
then suddenly he was gone.

Donghae rolls his eyes and inhales deeply. “Lets make a deal: you tell me everything about them
and I will not kill you. You will continue to earn your money here and live under my protection.”

“I don’t know,” Jimin mumbles. Now even knowing Jungkook’s face is not going to get him
anywhere.

Donghae smacks his lips and nods. “What a pity. I think I can help you with that.” He punches
Jimin in the stomach suddenly, letting him fall to the floor when he doubles over in pain.

Jimin wraps his arms around his stomach and curls in on himself, the punch leaving him breathless.
He doesn’t protest when Donghae kneels on the floor and pulls him in by his legs, holding Jimin’s
chin in a bruising grip again.

“You look even more beautiful when you’re in pain. Tell me, Jimin. Do you only exchange
information in return for sex? Is that it?”

Jimin doesn’t have it in him to protest. His only hope is that whatever Donghae is going to do gets
over fast.

“I’m going to fuck your little ass so well,” Donghae snarls into Jimin’s ear, licking a stripe up the
shell. “Struggle a little, Jimin. It’s no fun when you don’t put up a fight.”

Jimin closes his eyes harder, Donghae’s words sending a shiver down his spine. He knows
struggling isn’t an option. Donghae just wants it for the thrill of it, making it more believable that
he tamed a wild animal or overpowered another man.

Donghae grips Jimin’s hair and pulls harshly, making Jimin’s scalp burn and Jimin hiss.
“Struggle!” Donghae screams and shakes Jimin’s head.

Jimin sobs involuntarily but controls himself fast again. He opens his eyes and looks at Donghae’s
chest when he tries to get Donghae’s hand out of his hair and squirm away.

Donghae smirks devilishly and uses both hands to pull Jimin closer himself by his waist. “That’s
more like it.”

By now, it’s no longer acting for Jimin. His flight instincts have taken over and it’s not him when
he pushes Donghae away and kicks him in the stomach. Jimin gets to his feet but before he can
dash to the door, Donghae trips him. Jimin tries to hold onto something to stop Donghae from
pulling him towards him but the leg of the table is too far away and there is nothing else in his
proximity. Jimin kicks Donghae’s hands away and knows it was a mistake when he hears Donghae
curse loudly.

“You little bitch.”

Donghae successfully pulls Jimin towards himself and forces his legs open, planting himself
between them. Jimin’s attempt to crawl away is stopped when Donghae punches him. Jimin’s head
painfully connects with the ground, making him see black. Jimin’s head rolls to the side, arms
weakly falling to his sides, surrounded by darkness. He is brought back to consciousness when he
feels a stinging pain in his lips.

Donghae has pressed his lips against Jimin’s and is biting his lower lip. Jimin squeaks and thrashes
underneath him. Uselessly. Jimin’s wrists are pinned to the ground above Jimin’s head, held in
place by Donghae’s hand while his other hand massages Jimin’s crotch, lips connecting to Jimin’s
neck after Jimin turns his face away.

Jimin bites his lower lip, almost drawing blood. He doesn’t want to end up begging, is way above
that. If he can survive this once, he can also survive this a second time. Jimin always survives.
There is no other option. Once this is over, Jimin will take what he has managed to save over the
years and will give it all to Jeonghan. It was supposed to be for his fresh start but using it to get
away as far as possible from this club is better.

Donghae fiddles with the button of Jimin’s pants, and Jimin closes his eyes so hard he’s seeing
white dots. The button pops open, zipper unzipped, and Jimin is not here. He’s somewhere else,
not hurting, safe. Donghae pushes his hand inside Jimin’s pants, and then his weight is gone.

Jimin hears a grunt and a crash, his wrist suddenly freed from the bruising grip. He opens his eyes,
disoriented, and presses his arms against his chest. Donghae is laying on the ground a couple steps
away from him.

“You’ve always been a sick fuck, haven’t you?”

Jimin looks up and finds a man standing next to him, only recognizing him by his voice.

“Jungkook?”
Jungkook looks at Jimin as if he has seen him only now, something crazy swimming in his eyes
that Jimin can’t recognize. He pulls Jimin to his feet and holds him up when Jimin’s knees threaten
to give out under him. Jimin flinches when Jungkook raises his hand. Jungkook softly presses the
pads of his finger against Jimin’s skin, barely touching Jimin. Then he faces Donghae again who
has sit up.

“Really? You actually hurt Jimin. Do you think a face like this one looks good like this?”

“What are you doing here?” Jimin asks before he can stop himself.

He doesn’t know what to feel. There is obviously gratefulness there but Jimin still feels conflicted
as he looks at Jungkook. The man is on another gang’s ground, a gang whose boss dislikes him and
most probably wants him dead.

Kang. Jimin remembers now the man at the home visit mentioning that name.

There is a loud noise in the hallway that gains Jimin’s attention. He looks at the door and sees
Namjoon standing behind him. The question is already on the tip of his tongue when Jungkook’s
arms around him disappear and he’s falling to the ground. Namjoon catches him in time,
supporting Jimin’s weight.

Namjoon says something that Jimin doesn’t hear. He’s already distracted by Jungkook kicking
Donghae in his stomach, chest, face. Jimin knows what he’s seeing is wrong. It shouldn’t be
happening and is actually scary to experience but he doesn’t feel anything, is emotionless.

Jungkook stops kicking Donghae in favour of speaking. “I heard you were looking for me. Your
little informant actually had a lot to say about you.”

Jimin gets goosebumps when he hears Jungkook’s low tone. For the first time Jimin is seeing
Jungkook for what he is: the future leader of a mafia gang. Dangerous and murderous, different
from when Jungkook ticked off at the home visit.

Donghae spits blood onto the floor, leaning onto his forearms and not able to sit up. “Tattoo.”

“In the flesh,” Jungkook says and spreads his arms out, leaning down to Donghae afterwards. “That
wasn’t an intelligent move though. Drawing a weapon as you’re laying on the floor.”

Donghae smiles and then even Jimin flinches as he spits into Jungkook’s face. Jungkook growls,
gets to his feet. “You. Son. Of. A. Bitch.” Every word is punctuated by a kick to Donghae’s
stomach and a pained grunt by the latter.

Namjoon tries to tuck Jimin’s face into his chest and move him to the door but Jimin pushes his
hands away. The noises down the hallway get louder too.

“You know?” Jungkook starts, seemingly satisfied with Donghae’s curled up position and
whimpering. “I thought you’d have more security around but seeing as your syndicate is already
going down since weeks, I shouldn’t be surprised. Well, good for me. I plan to give all you have as
a small present to someone. Obviously, you need to be gone for that. Hey.” Jungkook touches
Donghae’s face with his foot. “You with me? Fuck. Why am I even wasting my time?”

Jungkook draws a gun and points it at Donghae’s head.

“Tattoo,” Namjoon calls.

Jungkook turns around to them with a questioning look, hating that he got interrupted. Namjoon
points at Jimin, and again, Jimin sees this crazed look in Jungkook’s eyes that indicates he forgot
there even were other people in the room with him.

Jungkook looks at Jimin, sighs, and puts the gun away. Then he grabs Donghae’s legs and drags
him outside. Jimin moves to follow him but Namjoon holds him back, sits him on a chair and
closes the door. He takes a pair of headphones out and plugs them into his phone, holding them out
to Jimin.

“Trust me,” Namjoon says when Jimin wants to protest, so Jimin does reluctantly.

The song is a loud one that Namjoon puts on the highest volume. It’s supposed to save Jimin from
witnessing what is about to happen, but Jimin still hears the gun shot. Jimin stays still and waits for
Namjoon to tell him what to do. The music is slowly making his headache worse but he waits
nonetheless. Donghae is history now. A bad dream.

The door opens, Jimin takes out the earphones when Jungkook walks in

“This wasn’t necessary,” Jungkook says, throws the earphones at Namjoon, and sits on his heels in
front of Jimin.

Jimin has no idea how he looks. His head is throbbing, surely his hair must be a wild mess. His
pants are still unbuttoned and unzipped, and multiple buttons of his shirt are gone. Jimin can feel
one side of his face bruise already and is sure there is also some blood.

“I’m sorry I came so late,” Jungkook whispers, hand hovering over Jimin’s. “If I had known I
would have never let this happen.”

Jimin scoffs. “You’re shit at repaying people what you owe them.”

Jungkook smiles. “Guess I still owe you then.”

Jimin doesn’t want to think about the insinuation of this. It’s fascinating how much of an effect
such a small sentence can have on someone.

“What are you doing here?” Jimin repeats his question from earlier. Things just don’t add up that
night.

“I came for you.”

“Me?” Jimin doesn’t believe Jungkook at all. “The oh-so-mighty heir came for a prostitute?”

Jungkook inhales and smiles warmly at Jimin. “The ‘oh-so-mighty heir’ came for an intelligent
man that saved his life. So, Princess, will you come with me?”

Jimin looks at Jungkook’s outstretched hand quizzically and narrows his eyes. “You want me to be
your prostitute now? Work in your club? So you can visit me any time you want?”

“Let me do this again,” Jungkook says. He pulls in another chair and sits in front of Jimin. “You
have two options from now on: You can leave, start your new life, and never look back on this.
Any time you need help, you can come to me because, remember, I still owe you. Or you join me,
not as my prostitute but more, like, alongside me.”

“Alongside you?”

“Not as my partner leading the syndicate but…just be with me.”

“Why would I do that? What does that even entail? Why do you want that?”

Jimin is thoroughly confused by Jungkook’s request. He doesn’t understand why a mafia boss
would want a prostitute on his side.

“Jimin, get over this whole ‘I’m a prostitute’ thing for once and think of it this way,” Jungkook
urges, voice getting stern and more authoritative. “You saved my life by using your brains. You
had no reason to do so. With that you’ve proven that you are more…’loyal’, you could say, to me
than some men of my father. And you’re smart, I like that. Your surviving skills are awesome too.
So this is a business deal. You can greatly benefit from this but so will I. And I like you,” Jungkook
adds the last part as an afterthought, carelessly said but still meaningful.

Jimin’s head is throbbing and Jungkook isn’t making it any better. Work for a mafia boss. What a
joke. Jimin wasn’t even directly working for a mafia boss and this happened to him, he doesn’t
know what will happen to him when he does.

“So what do I do? Come over every morning and play your advisor, make plans how to overthrow
other gangs and what?”

“Well, first of all, you won’t have to come over because you will be with me, as in living with me.
Unless you don’t want to. I’m sure Namjoon here would love to take you in.”

Jimin looks at Namjoon who is standing in a corner. Jimin had forgotten he even is there.

“You’re always welcome,” Namjoon says. “You can also live alone but considering the position
Jungkook is offering you it would make more sense to be with him. Or you live your own life.
Don’t forget that option. A life in a mafia gang isn’t a very secure life to lead.”

“Whose side are you on?” Jungkook asks and looks at Namjoon. Then he turns to Jimin again.
“Like Namjoon said, that option exists. But think about it, Jimin. Can you see yourself lead a life
where you have an average, bad paying job? What? Buying groceries and cooking for yourself?”

Jimin can’t.

“I will make you live like a royal. You won’t have to move a finger or do anything yourself. Just
use your brains from time to time and help me make great plans to beat the shit out of my enemies.
Haven’t you lived enough at the bottom line of the food chain? You’re meant for much more. I can
see it. It’s time for you to be at the top.”

Jungkook’s eyes are glinting as he paints the whole scenario. Jimin doesn’t know if he’s doing it
on purpose, but Jungkook is slowly leaning more and more towards Jimin. As if he’s being pulled
in by a magnet.

Jungkook’s words are alluring. Jimin has been done with this life since a long time, has never
wanted it but since he was small he never had a say in it. His mother died when he was not even
fourteen years old because of his father and he couldn’t even mourn her. His plans to go to
university were sabotaged by his father suddenly going bankrupt, drowning in alcohol and doing a
shit job for the syndicate. Which lastly lead him to disappearing, most probably getting killed by
Kang Donghae’s men and Jimin ending up to pay back his debts. Jimin is tired of this life.

“And the sex would be amazing,” Jungkook interrupts Jimin’s thoughts. “In case you need another
argument. Not that this is required, by the way. But I can’t imagine why anyone would say no to
that.”

Jimin rolls his eyes. Of course that Neanderthal would go there.

 “I don’t think I’ll survive living with you,” Jimin scoffs.

“Aww, was the sex that good?”

“I’ll kill you in your sleep.”

“Kinky.”

Jimin groans and gives up on trying to stop Jungkook’s crude words. He’ll take care of that
another time. ‘live like a royal,’ Jimin recalls Jungkook’s words. It has a nice ring to it. A very nice
one.

Jimin should maybe say no. It’s the best option. How is one supposed to live alongside of a mafia
boss? Watch him kill people just like now? It’s nothing new. Jimin has witnessed his father kill
before. And who says those people don’t deserve to be killed? They have also murdered people,
sold them, ruined their lives in all kinds of ways. Wrong and right are very abstract terms that
everyone decides for themselves anyway.

A man walks into the room, stopping next to Jungkook and whispering something into his ear.
Jungkook nods curtly and gets to his feet, the man disappearing.

“So, Princess,” Jungkook says and holds one hand out to Jimin, “Will you join me?”

Jimin stares at the door where the man disappeared, the hallway much quieter now. He wonders
what happened to Jeonghan but by the looks of it, there is nothing for Jimin here anymore. Not
even his debt.

Jimin gets to his feet and outs his own hand into Jungkook’s. A smile breaks out on Jungkook’s
face and he pulls Jimin forward by his hand. Jimin gasps but doesn’t push Jungkook away as he
grabs Jimin chin softly. Jungkook tilts Jimin’s head upwards, tongue darting out to lick at the
corner of Jimin’s mouth. He licks the blood off, Jimin being reminded of the scene at the club
again. The smirk on Jungkook’s face looks more frightening than welcoming, but Jimin doesn’t
expect it to be differently.

“I’m Jimin, by the way,” Jimin adds as he follows Jungkook out.

“I know, Princess.”

Chapter End Notes

Soooooo? Was it good? I know it's not what you expected but at least it's what I
imagined, I think. Thank you sooo much for reading and liking and commenting on
this story. I seriously never expected for this to get this big and at times it got
overwhelming (I'm sensitive), but am grateful nonetheless. I hope to be able to create
even greater content for you guys and myself. Again, sorry ou had to wait this long. I
hope this wasn't as bad as it sounds to me now.

Comments and kudos are always welcomed. Thank you!!!!!

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End Notes

AAAAAAH, this was such a rollercoaster of feelings. Hope you survived it and hope it was
worth it. I am thinking about making a twitter account where I'll post about my updates.
Yeah.

Comments and kudos are welcomed. Until next time.

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