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The drive didn’t calm him. If anything It made it worse.
The city blurred past in streaks of light and shadow, but Jeongukk barely registered any of it. His hands were steady on the wheel, grip firm but his mind was somewhere else entirely.
Voices echoed.
His father’s words.
That room.
The way they had all looked at him. The way they had said his name.
Jimin.
Like they had a right to it.
Jeongukk's jaw tightened. For a moment, just a moment. His thoughts dipped somewhere darker.
How he would love to drill a bullet in each and one of their skulls.
But he couldn't. Not yet.
There were things that needed to be cut and taken care of, before he did something.
The car slowed down, then coming to halt.
He didn’t realize where he was until he looked up.
Jimin’s building.
Old. Quiet.
Almost invisible compared to everything else Jeongukk had just walked out of.
He leaned back slightly in the seat, eyes lifting to the window.
No light.
Jimin was probably asleep, as normal people slept at this hour.
Jeongukk exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair.
He didn’t move. Just sat there.
Watching.
Like that alone was enough to keep something inside him from snapping completely.
Suddenly his phone buzzed.
Jimin:
You didn’t text me whole day.
Then another.
what are you doing?
The faintest hint of something softer crossed Jeongukk's face, as he typed.
Jeongukk:
Staring at your window.
Sent.
He looked back up, still dark. Then at his phone, no reply.
A second passed.
Then another.
And then...the light flicked on.
Jeongukk's lips curved slightly up, as he mumbled to himself. "There you are."
A figure moved behind the curtains.
Jimin.
He stepped closer to the window, peeking down confused, searching. Until his eyes landed on the car.
Then he disappeared.
A few minutes later, the building door opened. Jimin stepped out in a hurry.
Slippers. Loose shorts. An oversized shirt that slipped slightly off one shoulder. Hair messy.
Like he hadn’t even thought before coming down.
Jeongukk was already out of the car.
Waiting.
Jimin walked straight up to him, brows furrowed, breathing just a little uneven.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, voice low but laced with worry. “Why are you just sitting outside like that? Is everything...”
He didn’t get to finish. Because Jeongukk had stepped forward, pulling him into a hug.
Tight and close.
Jimin felt it. The tension in Jeongukk's shoulder. Way his arms held on just a little too firmly.
“…Jeongukk?”
No answer. Just a quiet breath against his shoulder. Jimin’s expression softened instantly.
He lifted his hands slowly, gently, resting one against Jungkook’s back. The other moving up, fingers slipping into his hair.
Carefully.
Jimin had to rise slightly on his toes to reach properly. But he didn’t mind. He patted his head lightly, fingers brushing through his hair in slow, calming motions.
“It’s okay.”
Jeongukk didn’t say anything. He just stayed there. Holding Jimin near.
“Did something happen?”
Jeongukk's grip tightened just slightly. Enough to say silent, yes.
Jimin didn’t push. Instead, he leaned in just a little more, resting his cheek against Jeongukk's shoulder.
“You could’ve called.” he said after a moment, a small smile hidden in his voice. “Didn’t have to stalk my window.”
Quiet laugh left Jeongukk's mouth. Then he finally moved. Pulling away, but hands still resting around Jimin's waist.
“I needed to see you.” he said quietly.
Honestly.
And for a moment, standing under dim streetlights, in front of a quiet, ordinary building, Jeongukk let the world fall away.
“C'mon, lets go upstairs." Jimin said softly. “You shouldn’t just sit out here like this.”
Jeongukk looked at him for a second. Then shook his head. “No.”
“Why not?”
No answer.
Instead, Jeongukk's hand slipped around Jimin's wrist. Guiding towards the car.
“Jeongukk...?”
He didn’t explain, just pulled him along. The back door opened.
And before Jimin could question again, Jeongukk pulled him inside. Door shutting behind them.
Dim light. Quiet space. Just the two of them.
Jimin barely had a second to adjust before, Jeongukk sat down, pulling Jimin with him.
Right onto his lap.
Jeongukk buried his face against his shoulder, grip tightening just slightly.
A quiet sound left him.
“You wanna tell me?” Jimin asked quietly.
No reply came and Jimin didn’t move. Still on Jeongukk's lap, still held close, fingers slowly brushing through his hair.
He waited.
"Something did happen, but i don’t want to think about that.”
“Is it your father?” Jimin confirmed softly.
“Yeah.”
A beat...then.
“Okay. We won't talk about it.”
For a moment everything felt calm, but it didn’t stay that way for long. Because something shifted within Jeongukk.
His hand came up slowly, cupping the side of Jimin’s face.
Thumb brushing just under his eye.
Soft.
“Jimin." Jeongukk murmured darkly.
“Hmm?”
Jeongukk leaned in closer, their foreheads touching.
“You’re the only person in this world, who's keeping me sane."
He paused.
Like he was choosing the word carefully, not to scare Jimin.
“My everything.”
The air stilled.
“You’re the only thing that feels…” he searched for it, voice dropping even lower, “real.”
Jimin swallowed. His hands came up instinctively, resting lightly against Jeongukk's wrists.
“You’re my light.” he said. “My little moon.”
The name settled soft between them.
“If you ever go away...”
Jimin’s chest tightened. And Jeongukk's grip on his face steadied.
“...I’ll burn everything down.”
A promise.
“Everything I built. Everything they think matters.” A pause. “I won’t leave anything standing.”
Jimin looked at him confused, and little scared. He did not understand, what Jeongukk was implying.
But there was no hesitation in Jeongukk's eyes.
No doubt.
“And then I'll be done too.”
Jimin’s fingers tightened slightly against his wrists, heart racing now for a different reason.
“Jeongukk!” he whispered, shaken. “Don’t...”
Jimin stared at him for a second. At the intensity.
The devotion.
The way it almost crossed into something dangerous. And instead of pulling away, his hands slid up.
Cupping Jeongukk's face this time.
Mirroring him.
Jimin said quietly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Jeongukk's breath faltered.
Jimin held his gaze. No fear in his expression now.
“You hear me? I’m right here.”
His thumbs brushed lightly over Jeongukk's cheeks. “I’m not leaving you.”
Jeongukk stayed still. Like he was trying to memorize it. Engrave this moment in his memory.
Something in him snapped into place, or maybe unraveled.
With that Jeongukk leaned in. Lips meeting, firm, immediate. He kissed Jimin, like he needed to feel it.
To take every bit of that promise younger had given him and keep it close.
His hand slid from Jimin’s cheek to the back of his neck, fingers curling slightly, holding him there, not letting him drift away.
Jimin responded with matching his pace.
“Someone could see us."
“I don’t care.” Jeongukk whispered, near his ear.
Then possessively pulling him down for a filthy kiss. Lips smashing, tongues thrusting deep and sloppy.
Jimin whispered as Jeongukk's tongue fucked his mouth with raw hunger.
"God, your mouth tastes so fucking sweet." Jeongukk growled between breaths, voice unfiltered.
They broke only to gasp for air, then dove back in, kissing messier, wetter.
Jeongukk's mouth trailed down, latching onto the curve of Jimin's neck. He sucked viciously, teeth sinking to pull the skin taut, creating a massive hickey that pulsed red and angry under the dim interior light.
Jimin arched, a high-pitched moan leaving his mouth. "Jeongukk...that hurts."
Jeongukk chuckled darkly, licking the bruised spot. "Look at this mark, everyone's gonna know you're mine.'
His hand grazed up Jimin's thigh, slipping under the hem his night shorts. Fingers brushed bare skin of his ass, no barrier, and Jeongukk's eyes darkened.
"You’re not wearing anything underneath your shorts."
Jimin's eyes widened at realization, cheeks getting redder, while remembering his vulnerability. He squirmed around, trying to get off Jeongukk's lap.
But Jeongukk, binded him. Gripping his thighs, pulling him forward. Jimin's hips pressing down on the thick bulge straining Jeongukk's pants.
Jeongukk bucked up, controlling the pace. Dry humping with forceful thrusts that made the car creak.
"Ride me like that, Jimin. Do you feel how hard you make me?"
Jeongukk rasped dirtily, kissing him again, tongues battling sloppily while their clothed cocks rubbed together through the thin layers.
They made out relentlessly, lips swollen and slick, Jeongukk's tongue mapping every inch of Jimin's mouth before pulling back to suck on his tongue outright.
Jimin moaned louder, shy protests melting into needy sounds, his body heaving with each grind. Pre-cum leaked from both, soaking fabrics, the wet slide amplifying the friction.
Jeongukk's frustration boiled over. He was rock-hard, aching to fuck Jimin, but held back. Channeling it into dirtier words.
"Fuck! I wanna rip these shorts off and pound into you right now."
Jimin's hand trembled as it ventured down, gripping on Jeongukk's biceps.
"Pull your shirt up, bite it down." Jeongukk ordered him.
Jimin hesitated for a second but obeyed, teeth catching the fabric and yanking it up to expose his chest. His nipples hardened in the cool air, pink and sensitive.
Jeongukk wasted no time, mouth descending to suck one nipple hard, tongue lashing the bud while his teeth grazed.
Jimin cried out, overstimulated. Jolts shooting through him, hips stuttering in their grind.
"Ah! Too sensitive...Jeongukk, please." He begged shyly, but arched into it.
Jeongukk switched sides, sucking the other nipple raw, pulling it between his lips with wet pops, all while thrusting up relentlessly.
Their dry humping turned frantic, cocks sliding together in messy, soaked friction, the car windows fogging from their heavy breaths.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum in my pants like a teenager because of you." Jeongukk groaned, nipping at Jimin's nipple one last time before capturing his lips in another filthy kiss.
Jimin whimpered into it, grinding down harder, feeling every inch of Jeongukk's size pressing against him.
The pressure built unbearably. As he came first with a muffled cry, hot spurts flooding his shorts.
Jeongukk followed close, his own release pulsing out, cum drenching his underwear.
Jimin shuddered on Jeongukk's lap. His body and senses no longer entirely his to control.
Tears pricked his eyes, as he buried his face in Jeongukk's neck. Who in exchange, only held him tighter.
A silent promise settling in his bones. That Jimin was his, and he wasn’t letting him go.