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The air is sharp against Jimin’s skin as he rides his beautiful dark horse, Dae, swiftly across the field. The blond-haired boy is nearly at the end of the track when he slows down. He looks behind himself, throwing his head back in a laugh at the sight of his best friend who is lagging far behind. Taehyung doesn’t seem to appreciate it because before Jimin can register, the younger of the two is scowling and urging his horse to go faster.
That gets Jimin to sober up. Quickly, he’s leaning forward to squeeze the sides of Dae so that he’ll speed up. Almost breathless from all the exhilaration riding brings, he pants, “Come on boy, let’s go.”
The powerful muscles of the horse work as Dae runs. Taehyung is nearly neck to neck with Jimin when they reach the end of the track, but still, Dae comes in first.
With a proud smile, Jimin gets off the horse with a happy grunt. He gently strokes along the horse as praises leave his lips.
“You did so well Dae, every day you’re getting faster.” He whispers, his breathing calming down when he places his forehead against the creature’s. They breathe together in silence for a minute before Jimin holds out an apple that he kept in his pocket during the ride. “You deserve an apple or two, hmm?”
Dae takes a bite, and he hums, ”Good boy.”
The sound of steps along with hooves gets his attention. He turns and finds Taehyung walking in with his horse.
“Ah, if it isn’t the cheater,” Taehyung says as he hands his horse off to the stable boy. While removing his gloves, he grins wickedly at Jimin, “You’re never going to win without cheating.”
“How dare you accuse me of cheating?” Jimin gasps, pretending to be scandalized. He feeds the rest of the apple to Dae before wiping off his hands and turning to give Taehyung his full attention. “We won fair. You are a sore loser.”
“You had a head start.”
“You started late.”
“You know Jun takes a second before he starts moving.”
“Sounds like Jun is the problem,” Jimin calls the stable boy over and asks him to settle Dae in. “Dae and I won fairly, admit it.”
“Hmph.” Taehyung grunts. The two of them walk back to the main house, and on the way there he adds, “I don’t get why you are so obsessed with Dae being the fastest horse here. It’s not like he’s a racehorse. Are you perhaps planning a secret escape without me knowing?”
His best friend jests, but Jimin feels his heartbeat speed up. Just then, he spots Jungkook right by the door of the house, waiting for the two of them.
It feels like fate that they make eye contact just as Taehyung asks that - but no, Jimin chastises himself, it’s only a coincidence.
He laughs off Taehyung’s joke and they fall into a comfortable silence as they walk to the entrance. Jungkook greets them when they reach the door, bowing politely towards Taehyung.
“Mr. Kim, would you like me to take your coat?” He asks, avoiding Jimin’s eyes as he focuses on the guest in the house. If he looks at the blond now, he knows that he’d feel his body heat up with want. Jimin always looks out of breath and flushed after a ride with Dae - he’s pretty, too pretty for Jungkook to handle when he has to get on with his tasks for the day.
“No, it’s alright Jeon. I just want to visit the kitchen for a snack and then I’ll be on my way.” Taehyung smiles and walks into the house, presumably towards the kitchen.
Jimin hangs back, taking his coat off and handing it to Jungkook with a smile. The butler in training attempts to avoid eye contact, making the elder’s smile turn into a smirk. He scans the room to see if anyone is around, and when he sees no one, he steps into Jungkook’s space and pulls him in by the waist.
The poor man startles, nearly dropping Jimin’s coat in the process. Jimin giggles, pulling Jungkook in closer until they’re pressing against each other everywhere.
“Sorry baby, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says as he looks into those gorgeous brown eyes.
Jungkook doesn’t respond, instead, he drops the coat on the floor and cups Jimin’s face with his hands. Their breath mingles as the younger gently strokes the sides of Jimin’s flushed cheeks. “Hmm, don’t fib darling.”
Not caring about being caught by Jungkook, he just giggles lightly and moves forward until their lips meet. The kiss is soft and sweet. He tightens his hold on Jungkook’s shirt as he angles his face to the side so that it can be deeper. But a teasing tongue runs over his lips before the other pulls away. Jungkook worriedly glances from side to side to make sure no one has come in without their knowledge.
When he determines that the coast is clear, he runs his thumb over Jimin’s bottom lip and shakes his head with a breathless, low laugh. “You are a menace, Park Jimin.”
“And you love it, Jeon Jungkook.”
He hums in agreement, a sweet smile on his face as he begins to lean in. But then he’s standing rigid, and the smile disappears as he pulls away. Jimin is about to pout in protest when he hears the footsteps down the hall.
“That I do.” He whispers before clearing his throat. Jungkook picks up the coat that had fallen onto the floor and dusts it lightly with his hand. He pulls it in front of him, covering the obvious sign of arousal right before Ms. Yun, the nanny, enters their line of sight.
“What time would you like the bath prepared?” He asks.
Jimin doesn’t bat an eyelash. He already knows the answer. This is their code.
What time are we going to meet today? When can I see you alone?
“I’ll come up after seeing Taehyung out. Perhaps in half an hour.”
Jungkook bows and leaves with his coat in hand. Jimin smiles politely at Ms. Yun when she walks past him. He quickly makes his way to the kitchen so that he can get Taehyung out, and he can be with Jungkook once again.
“…thus with a kiss, I die.”
Jimin registers Jungkook dropping onto him, face lying across his chest. His own heart thumps against it, synchronized with Jungkook's breathing on top of him. Jungkook’s arm lies on the other side of his waist, one hand tangled in his hair. He feels everywhere that their bodies connect. It’s the reason his heart can’t stop beating so fast. He hopes that Jungkook can’t hear it.
He opens his eyes. The scene they were practicing is over now, but Jungkooks eyes are still closed. He looks peaceful.
Jimin doesn’t dare move. He doesn’t know why, but he doesn’t want Jungkook to get off of him. He likes the weight of it. He likes the feeling of Jungkook being on top of him.
“Boys, what are you doing?” Mr. Kang demands when he walks into the study. Jungkook's eyes shoot open, locking onto Jimin's. The first thing he notices is the panic in his eyes, but as he keeps looking, he spots an underlying yearning there. Then the younger boy is scrambling off and Jimin doesn’t allow himself to linger on what he thinks he saw as he lifts himself.
They did nothing wrong, yet he feels like they did as he takes in Mr. Kang’s serious expression.
“We were practicing for the play,” Jimin replies. Surely, Mr. Kang can’t punish them for being good students? That would be unfair.
“Oh,” Mr. Kang looks relieved, and Jimin doesn’t get it.
What did he think they were doing, that he seemed so tense before Jimin told him that they were practicing?
“How is it coming along?” Mr. Kang asks.
“It’s good. We’ve memorized all of our lines.” Jimin says proudly.
Mr. Kang nods in satisfaction of their progress before announcing that he’ll let them continue instead of making them work today. Jimin and Jungkook thank him profusely as he leaves and then turn to each other.
“We got the day off? Let’s practice one more time and then we can play?”
“Yes!”
“Let’s resume our roles then.”
As Jimin goes through his script again he mumbles, “I still do not understand why I have to be the girl.”
Jungkook giggles and slaps a hand onto his shoulder, “It’s because girls aren’t allowed to act. And you’re shorter than me. It only makes sense.”
Jimin scowls.
“That means nothing.”
“You’re prettier too.”
And oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Jimin’s cheeks heat up. “W-what?”
It seems like Jungkook doesn’t want to acknowledge what he said himself because he’s looking anywhere but at Jimin, and he stutters out absolutely nothing. Both of their cheeks are flushed pink and he would laugh if he weren’t so confused about it.
Jimin tries to process it.
There’s a moment of silence where Jimin is staring at Jungkook while the other fidgets with his fingers. He wants to know what the other is thinking about, but he knows he won’t get any answers now.
He decides to break the silence. “Okay, into our roles then, Romeo.”
Jungkook snaps his head up at him and Jimin smiles at him gently. He returns it with a nod and then starts revising his script. Jimin begins to do the same when Jungkook speaks up.
“Aren’t you glad we could do this? Even if you’re not that excited about your role as Juliet? I mean, it’s going to be our first time hanging out with other kids our age too. I’m excited.”
“Am I not enough for you Jeon?” Jimin teases, though even the suggestion tugs his heart a little.
Jimin has Taehyung, Yoongi, and his other friends who come to visit every few months. Jungkook has Jimin.
Only Jimin.
Jungkook doesn’t go to school like the rest of the town's kids because Lord Park allowed him to join Jimin’s private tutoring, given his close relationship with the butler, who is Jungkook’s father. None of the other staff at the house have kids. So Jimin really is his only friend.
Jimin never thought that Jungkook might be lonely.
It hurts him to think about it. He doesn’t want his friend to feel alone, but the idea of him with others makes him feel upset.
Jimin doesn’t understand the unsettling feeling that pits itself in the bottom of his stomach at the mere thought of Jungkook being close to someone else.
The second Taehyung is off the grounds, Jimin is rushing up to his room. No one questions him having a bath just before dinner time. Ever since he had to find ways to see Jungkook in private due to his father imposing a silly rule about not fraternizing with the staff, he started taking baths a lot more often, nearly every time after a ride out. It was the most convenient way to meet his lover. And as far as he knew, there wasn’t anyone who suspected a thing. Jimin always came back from horse riding a little bit dirty - it was the perfect excuse.
It was never like this before. When they still had lessons together, they’d see each other daily. They were with Mr. Kang half the time, but often Lord Park allowed them to study alone together as well. It was only when they were older that it became difficult. Jimin began to have lessons more focused on learning what it meant to be the heir of the household, their land, and the family fortune, while Jungkook learned how to be a butler.
How to be Jimin’s butler.
Despite being joined at the hip when they were younger, the minute responsibilities were placed on Jimin, he was no longer allowed to hang out with Jungkook outside of their official roles. It made him upset - because why would his father let them form a bond if he was just going to force a barrier between them when they grew up?
He had asked one day. When he was upset over his father saying it was inappropriate for Jimin to invite the butler-in-training out to the Opera. He merely responded, “When you’re older you’ll understand. There’s a line we cannot cross with these people. You can view them as our friends, but the second they have a chance, they will ruin us. Thinking otherwise would be a mistake.”
He never understood then, and he doesn’t understand now. He’d leave everything behind for Jungkook. Everything. But of course, his father doesn’t know that. He can’t ever find out either.
So for now, this will have to do. Taking an excessive amount of baths, sneaking Jungkook into his bedroom at night, and meeting in the dodgy sections of town. It will have to do.
He enters his room and finds Jungkook filling the tub with warm water. A wide smile makes its way onto his face as he walks across the room, taking the other's face in his hands. The man startles but smiles back when he realizes who it is.
“My love, I missed you,” Jimin says softly as he strokes his face. Jungkook puts the bucket down and pulls Jimin in closer by the waist.
Being with Jungkook like this is like feeling whole again. His heart fills with love for the younger as he presses multiple chaste kisses to his lips.
“Your bath is getting cold,” Jungkook murmurs against his lips. He pulls away and stares at Jimin with his big doe and sparkly eyes. With a little smile gracing his face, he gently brushes Jimin’s hair to the back. The elder can’t stop his eyes from fluttering shut and the light moan that slips from his lips because of how good it feels.
“Your bath.” Jungkook reminds Jimin.
With a pout, he pulls away and asks, “Are you going to join me?”
Jungkook shakes his head but brings the stool next to the tub. Jimin sighs as he begins getting undressed, not shy after having done this a million times in front of Jungkook. He can feel the other staring at him, appreciating his body, and it makes goosebumps rise on his skin. He loves the way Jungkook makes him feel so desired.
The water is lukewarm when he gets in until Jungkook adds one more bucket of hot water.
“Perfect. Thank you, baby.” Jimin sinks in, letting his hair get wet. He sits up and moves to the middle of the tub, where Jungkook is holding a soap bar out to him. It’s scented of amber, his favorite. He begins washing his body while Jungkook mixes soap onto his hair.
“How was your day?” Jimin asks, washing himself thoroughly from the day that passed. The younger boy massages his scalp as he hums.
“It was good. I visited Seokjin-hyung at his cottage after finishing my work. He said that there’s going to be a festival in town later this week.”
The mention of the festival has Jimin perking up, causing water to splash out of the tub. “Oh, Taehyung spoke about this with me too. We should all go.”
Jungkook hums in agreement before saying with a little chirp in his voice, “There’s going to be a rendition of Romeo and Juliet.”
Jimin giggles at the memories that flood his brain. They were both good and bad - he remembers how fun and exhilarating it was to do it with Jungkook, but he also remembers the jealousy he felt when Jungkook started making friends that weren’t him.
Like Seokjin.
“Do you remember how much I hated Seokjin-hyung?” Jimin asks with a laugh.
Jungkook squeezes the back of his neck when he responds. “Of course. You acted like a big brat whose shiny toy was taken away from him. As if getting a new friend would ever result in me no longer being friends with you.”
“I was jealous but I didn’t know it back then. I remember feeling so upset because I thought you’d leave me. I thought you found a better hyung to take care of you.” Jimin slows his movements as he thinks about it more. “I had to spend more time learning about the estate and less time with you, so I thought you’d forget about me...”
“As if I’d ever replace or forget you.” Jungkook shakes his head, scratching Jimin’s head lightly, “You had no clue that I was in love with you.”
“Hmm, I was in love with you too.” He giggles, “I just thought I was possessive over my friends. But when Taehyung came back with his new friend Seojoon, I didn’t care at all. It made me wonder if I was really just possessive over my friends or if it was just… you.”
Jungkook giggles, delighted, “It was just me.” He gloats as he presses a kiss to Jimin’s soapy shoulder. “Let me rinse you off.”
“Aw baby, it’s okay,” Jimin says before sinking himself under the water. He knows Jungkook doesn’t like it when he does this, but he just wants to be done. So that he can get out and hold his love just a little bit.
When he resurfaces he sees a very annoyed Jungkook staring at him. He flashes his most innocent smile and blows him a kiss, causing the other to roll his eyes. He cracks a smile though, and that’s all Jimin needs to know Jungkook is already over it.
“Towel, please.”
The other gets up to fetch the towel, and when the material is thrown on Jimin’s face, he huffs as he pulls it down. He sees Jungkook lying on the bed, twisting around to present that same innocent smile that Jimin gave him.
“Aish. I’m still your hyung you know.” He scolds.
Jungkook laughs, hands coming up to cover his face. He shakes his head as he replies, “Naughty hyung.”
He doesn’t bother denying it. “Hyung nonetheless.”
“Just dry yourself off and come here. Your father wants to speak to you but I want some hugs before you have to go.”
Jimin groans. His father wants to speak? Oh no.
He already knows what it’s about.
Marriage.
“Why did you have to tell me that?” Jimin grumbles as he steps out of the tub. He drips on the floor before he dries himself off quickly. He doesn’t bother getting dressed as he walks to the bed and plants himself down, face buried in the soft pillows.
Jungkook is immediately at his side and rubbing his hand over the curve of his back. “I don’t want to get in trouble with him. Or my father for that matter.”
He pouts. Turning his head to face Jungkook, he says solemnly, “He’s going to tell me to take a wife again.”
The younger bites his lip, and he looks at Jimin with sad eyes, “I know.”
So accepting of Jimin’s fate. So accepting of their fate.
The fate Jimin doesn’t want for them. Why did he have to be the eldest? Why was he the only son? Why was it his duty to marry and produce an heir? He has two sisters. Why not them? He knows that this is just the way the world works but he hates it.
It’s one of the reasons he hasn’t left this place, why he hasn’t run away with Jungkook. He can’t leave his sisters to the cruel fate of another man if anything were to happen to their father. As much as he hates the situation it puts him in, he can’t do that to them.
“He’s not going to back down as easily as he did last time. He’s getting older and so am I,” he says, even though Jungkook knows. Jimin has discussed this many times with him before. His father said he wants Jimin married before he dies.
He said this five years ago.
Time is running out.
“I know,” Jungkook says again, softly.
It hurts.
“I know,” Jungkook repeats, before closing the gap between them and catching Jimin’s lips in his. “I love you. No matter what.”
His heart breaks as he nods into the kiss. Jungkook lets his hands explore over the expanse of Jimin before he settles on the swell of his ass.
“Let me cheer you up a bit,” He says as he nips against the elder’s jaw. “Before you have to go.”
Jimin hums as he lets the pleasure take over his thoughts.
It’s late when he finally leaves the room, and Jungkook has to run off to get ready for dinner service. He contemplates going to see his father now, or if it would be better to go after. The decision is made for him when his father enters the study with heavy footsteps.
“Jimin.” He says gruffly. “I called for you nearly two hours ago. Did Jeon not tell you?”
Jimin bristles at the thought of Jungkook getting in trouble because of him. He forces a smile on his face for his father and shakes his head, “He told me. I wanted to bathe first and then I forgot. Apologies. What did you want to talk about?”
There’s a sigh.
Jimin can relate to that. This conversation exhausts them both.
“You know what I want to talk about.”
“Marriage.”
“Yes.” he gestures for Jimin to take a seat at the table.
He sits, watching as his father begins pacing in front of him, the walking stick knocking on the ground with each step.
“You are now twenty-five years of age. I have been asking you for five years to marry. Every single year you have an excuse.” His father talks down to him, voice rough and with no room for argument, “This year I will not allow it. You are to be engaged by the end of this year, and that is final. I am getting older, and sicker, and I would like you to be wed soon. I know you are still young, but I will not rest in peace until I know you have secured this land for your family. I refuse to allow some faraway cousin to come and take this away from our family. You need to be engaged by the end of the year and that is the final say on this matter, is that clear?”
What’s clear to Jimin is that he has no choice. If he agrees, maybe he can still take as long as he wants to actually find someone.
He doesn’t need to marry anyone yet. He just needs to appease his father, by beginning to look. Or create the illusion that he is looking.
“Yes. It’s clear.” He says, the plan to put it off in another way already settling his mind. But he can’t keep fighting this. He knows it is inevitable.
“Good.” The old man nods in triumph before he pulls out a notebook from his pocket and hands it over to Jimin. “Here is the list of eligible women in the surrounding towns. Your mother and I have already sent invitations for all of these families to join us. We are hoping to find a match for you there.”
Jimin’s chest feels tight. No.
“What?” He gasps out.
They’ve invited people over for the sole purpose of getting him married. His father is serious about this deadline.
He’s in trouble.
His father narrows his eyes on Jimin at his reaction, and then he is laughing - without an ounce of joy in it. It’s mocking. He’s mocking Jimin.
“Oh, you thought you could take your own time, didn’t you? Me and your mother know you, boy. You will be engaged by the end of this year. And don’t look so glum over it. Marriage is wonderful. If you’re so opposed to it, some might think there’s something wrong with you.”
The words shoot through him like a knife.
His father carries on, not noticing the way Jimin becomes rigid.
“You’re a Park, so I know there’s nothing wrong with you. Now, the first family will be here next week, and we intend for each family to be here for a week or two. You will dine with these girls, and take them around town so that you can get to know them better. At the end of each visit, you will sit with the family and we will discuss together whether the match is suitable - if the girl wants you. Is everything clear?”
“Yes, father.”
Dinner is a pain to sit through. His family talks as if everything is normal - as if they’re not forcing him to marry - and he can feel Jungkook’s gaze on him the entire time. He feels suffocated. Suffocated in this room, suffocated by his family, by his role, by this country. He almost wishes that he were a girl so that he could freely be with Jungkook.
The thought is quickly removed from his mind though.
Why should he change himself because the world is not ready to accept him? He and Jungkook are perfect as they are.
He's in a haze for the rest of the dinner, unable to concentrate even as his two sisters, Nari and Jiwoo, try to engage with him. By the end of it calls in for an early night, not in the mood to socialize as they usually do after dinner. He says it loudly so that Jungkook, who is clearing the table, can hear him. He heads up, undressing himself and getting into his night clothes before curling up in bed.
All feels hopeless.
His father is set on him marrying and there’s no way out. He can’t avoid it anymore. It’s his duty…
But the only thing he can think about is Jungkook.
What happens to him? What happens to them? Will Jimin marry and keep Jungkook on the side? What if the younger grows tired of that and leaves him?
No. No.
He can’t even entertain the idea.
His baby would never do that.
Jungkook is his.
Just as he is Jungkook’s.
He must fall asleep because the next thing he remembers is being wrapped up in warm arms. Jimin twists around to find Jungkook looking down at him, concern and worry painted over his face.
“Didn’t mean to wake you.” He whispers.
Jimin, still sleep-addled, just hums and buries his face in between the juncture of Jungkook’s neck and shoulders. It’s so comfortable here. Safe.
Perfect.
“'s okay.”
The younger tightens his hold on him. His heart expands with love for Jungkook, and just as he goes in to press a kiss to the younger’s shoulder, he remembers.
He pulls away immediately. He almost doesn’t want to talk about it, he wants to stay in this little bubble of theirs for longer.
But he can’t keep it from Jungkook. It’s not right.
“Jungkook-ah… hyung has something to tell you.” Something in his voice must give away that it’s nothing good because Jungkook stiffens next to him.
“No.” Jungkook shakes his head. Jimin searches his eyes and they look broken, like he knows. It hurts him to see Jungkook like this. He doesn’t want to be the reason he’s hurting. But he needs to tell him - it’d be a disservice if he didn’t.
“Baby, hyung needs to-”
“No.” He repeats stubbornly, voice shaking. He can’t even look at him.
It dawns on Jimin.
“You already know.” Jimin traces his finger across Jungkook’s face, gently. As if the man beneath him is fragile. He guesses it’s true. They both are - fragile, about to be broken. That’s the fate of people like them.
“I don’t want to.”
“I will never leave you,” Jimin says as he firmly grips Jungkook’s face in his. Still, the younger does not look up. Jimin forces him to look up until their eyes are connected and he can get his message across. “Never. You’re mine. Mine. No one else will ever be mine the way you are mine. Do you understand, baby?”
He presses a harsh kiss against Jungkook’s lips. It’s only when he tastes the salt that he realizes his baby is crying.
“Oh my love,” He wipes the tears from his face, “Don’t cry. Please, baby.”
Jimin kisses him again, harder, with more feeling. As if he could heal Jungkook from the inside out with his kisses. “I’m going to do everything in my power so that it does not happen anytime soon. You have to trust me.”
“I do.” Jungkook whispers against his lips, the tears dried up, “I do. But my chest- this feeling.” His voice breaks, “I hate it. Make it go away. Please.”
He immediately understands what the other is asking of him. He nods, he can do that. He can do that for Jungkook.
It’ll be good for Jimin too, to give him what he needs. What only he can provide for him.
“Take off your clothes baby.” Jimin orders. It’s soft - he’s not in the mood to be harsh today. Not yet at least.
Jungkook is immediately scrambling off the bed, little hiccups leaving as he undoes his clothes. Jimin goes to his closet, pulling out a box that’s hidden away. The box contains a few vials of oil. He takes out two, just in case it’s a long night.
He also pulls out a piece of cloth he has from an old shirt of his. It’s like a ribbon but longer, and the material is soft so it doesn’t hurt Jungkook even when he tugs on it.
When he turns around, the boy is naked, lying prettily on the bed. His eyes are still a bit wet, but he looks at Jimin with interest and anticipation of what’s coming next.
“I’m going to replace those tears with tears of pleasure,” Jimin promises as he drops the items on the bed. Jungkook follows his every move, eager, like a puppy waiting for a treat. Only this puppy is still a little sad, and he needs coaxing to get into the right headspace.
“You look so handsome and pretty.” He says as he lets his hands thread over Jungkook’s stomach, causing goosebumps to rise. “You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. My strong, healthy baby.”
He watches as Jungkook's cheeks tint pink and his chest puffs up a bit. Jimin lets himself appreciate the view. Jungkook is a hard worker, and when he’s not in training, he’s busy doing some extra work which requires physical strength. His entire body is adorned in thick muscles.
It makes Jimin feel so alive sometimes - to have someone like him ready to do anything for so much as a little praise from Jimin, who is so much smaller than him. He’s so eager, so innocent and earnest like this. Like Jimin is his world and he’s made to please him.
It’s the same way the elder feels for him. He knows how much Jungkook loves it, and it makes him love it even more. At the beginning of their relationship, it wasn’t like this.
There were no specific roles. No expectations because they both came into this without knowing anything. But as time went on and they explored each other's bodies and interests, Jimin noticed the way that Jungkook would preen at just a little praise. He’d become more enthusiastic, fuck Jimin harder, faster like his only goal was to make Jimin come and to be a good boy for him. He just wanted to please him - and he loved it when Jimin spoiled him.
He’s just someone who wants to be good and be rewarded for it. He becomes so happy when he’s told he’s doing well. Jimin loves seeing that pure joy and sense of accomplishment on his face so much.
“Hands up for hyung baby,” Jimin instructs as he walks to the head of the bed. Jungkook lifts his hands up, his muscles flexing as he does. “Today hyung is going to take care of you, okay? Let me know if you want to be free. I’m going to ride you today.”
“Thank you hyung,” Jungkook says gratefully - his hyung always knows how to break him away from the thoughts and feelings that plague him.
“So well mannered. My good boy.” Jimin coos as he begins to tie Jungkook’s hands to the top of the bed. “Are you comfortable?”
Jungkook nods.
“Words baby.”
“Y-yes. I’m comfortable.”
“Good.”
Jimin pulls off his nightshirt, exposing himself to the cold air of the night. Jungkook follows his every movement. In comparison to Jungkook, Jimin is much smaller, with leaner muscles and softer skin. He’s never had to work as hard as Jungkook does.
“You’re pretty too,” Jungkook whispers. Jimin smiles in response, before climbing on top of Jungkook, his ass meeting the other’s crotch. They moan in tandem, both half hard already despite being relieved much earlier in the same day.
They don’t usually fuck twice a day - they hardly even fuck once a week. It’s hard for them. But Jimin is always grateful for days like these. For the days when they make time. He leans down, hands exploring the younger’s body as he presses kisses down his neck and collarbones. He finds Jungkook’s sweet spot, just below his ear, and begins sucking. His tongue laps out, licking and soothing whenever he bites down. He can hear Jungkook moaning beneath him, arms tensing on the side of his face as he takes in the pleasure.
“You taste so wonderful baby,” Jimin says when he’s done with that spot. It’s a dark shade of red - painting the beautiful skin with love. Jungkook whimpers at his words and Jimin can feel the way his cock twitches beneath him. He grins and rocks back against it, watching for Jungkook’s reaction. It doesn’t disappoint.
“Hyung,” He gasps out, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. The younger is jerking upwards as he tries to meet Jimin’s movements, whining loudly at the feeling of his cock being rubbed against the elder’s thick ass. Both of their cocks are fully erect now, precum leaking at the tips, making them both so messy. Jimin can feel Jungkook’s precum smearing in between his ass cheeks, and it makes him moan.
“You’re so wet baby,” He says as he continues his movements. “You’re going to make me wet enough that I won’t even need oil to ease you in.”
“A-ah,” Jungkook’s cheeks flare up, his body jerking at the mere thought of being inside Jimin again. It’s been too long - nearly a month.
They both need this.
“Please, hyung,” The younger begs, his doe eyes filling with tears again as he’s teased by the elder. He’s always been so needy and far too easy to please. He just needs Jimin’s warm, wet and tight hole and he’s happy.
“Please, what?” Jimin mocks, head tilted as he waits for an answer. “Use your words.”
“Please, fuck me.” Jungkook moans when he feels his cock nearly catch on Jimin’s rim. “Please, please hyung. I need you.”
“You beg so beautifully.” Jimin praises, leaning down to kiss Jungkook. The other is desperate, latching onto Jimin’s lips like a lifeline. He pulls on his lips, biting and licking as if it’s their last night together. The elder is fueled by the passion and moves his hips faster over Jungkook’s cock. He can hear the way that Jungkook is tugging on the cloth holding him to the bedpost, he feels the way he’s beginning to tense up, and so - he stops. He pulls away from the kiss, Jungkook crying out, leaning up to try and follow his lips.
“My eager baby.” Jimin giggles, “Be patient. You will get all the kisses you want later.” he lifts himself off and scoots up before the other can try to chase his orgasm. “You’re going to eat hyung out.”
He turns around so that he’s looking towards the rest of Jungkook’s body and then he plants himself on his face. Jungkook - ever the pleaser - immediately moans at the opportunity to do this for his hyung. His wet tongue is pushing on the rim the second Jimin is sitting comfortably on him.
“O-oh,” Jimin moans, which causes Jungkook to moan as well. “So good.”
“Hmm,” Jungkook hums, licking at Jimins tight hole like his life depended on it.
Jimin, being the tease that he is, starts exploring his hands along the younger’s body. He feels the other shudder at the feeling, but he doesn’t relent from his work. Jimin settles on Jungkook’s nipples, the sensitive buds hard from arousal. He flicks at them, gasping when it causes Jungkook to moan into him. Fuck.
It feels too good.
He continues his ministrations on the younger, even going as far as to lean down and press hickeys along his chest. The vibrations of Jungkook’s moans against him feel sinfully good.
Jimin gasps when Jungkook finally pushes his tongue inside.
“Baby, yes, yes,” He can’t stop the lewd moan that leaves his mouth. He stops what he’s doing and sits up, only holding onto Jungkook’s chest for support as he grinds against the younger’s face. “Fuck, you’re so good baby. Fucking me so well with your tongue.”
Jungkook thrusts his hips up at Jimin’s words, despite nothing being there to meet it. Jimin feels drool slip out of his mouth as he eyes the way the younger’s cock is leaking, the tip an angry red. So big and thick. Fuck, fuck. He needs it inside of him.
He has little time to decide if he wants to cum from Jungkook’s mouth or his cock.
Jimin is moving off before he can even think.
“Hyu-” Jungkook’s complaint is cut off.
“Want to cum from your cock.”
“O-oh.” He sounds so overwhelmed. Adorable.
Jimin giggles at his reaction. “You made me nice and wet but I still need to stretch myself some more.”
Jungkook pulled at his restraints, whining softly, “I want to.”
“What was that?”
“I want to stretch hyung,” Jungkook repeats, a pout on his face.
The scene is absurd. He just ate Jimin out, so his face looks like a complete mess. There’s drool running down the side and spit all over his lips, cheeks, and nose. But he has a cute little pout sitting there, and Jimin is almost tempted to say yes and untie him.
Instead, he teases, “You expect me to grant you your wish when you don’t even say please?”
Jungkook flushes as he seems to realize his mistake.
“Please, may I?”
“No.”
Jungkook whimpers, twisting himself from side to side as if he was a child throwing a tantrum for not getting his favorite toy. “Hyung.”
Jimin knows how much Jungkook always wants to be the only one pleasing and touching him, even when it comes to things like this. But he shakes his head this time, “Tsk, tsk. Be good. Don’t worry baby. I’ll be quick.”
He keeps to his word, pouring oil onto his fingers and stuffing three in immediately. He tries to stop the moans from spilling out from his lips because he knows Jungkook will whine about not being the reason for it. The stretch burns because it’s been so long, but he doesn’t mind. He's methodical about it, he just wants to stretch himself for Jungkook’s cock. Teasing and taking his time - that’s for another day.
Right now he needs to make Jungkook shake and cry from pleasure. He needs to make him forget.
When he’s done, he empties the vial of oil into his hand and over the other’s cock. Jungkook twitches at the feeling, sensitive already.
“Ah-”
The thick cock is heavy in his hands as be begins to oil it up, the precum mixing in with it. He doesn’t waste time here either, even though he enjoys the way the other’s breathing picks up. The noises he makes are like music to Jimin’s ears.
“Are you doing okay my angel?” He asks as he lovingly nips along the younger’s jaw, after he’s decided that his cock is lubricated enough.
There’s a soft hum, and Jimin glances at his face at the non-verbal response. Pupils blown wide, mouth half open, with that dazed look in his eyes. He’s finally floating.
He is beautiful.
“You bewitch me.” Jimin tells him. “You’ve bewitched me, and I will never love anyone else the way that I love you. You’re mine.”
The elder presses a firm kiss against his mouth before Jungkook can try to say anything and then he’s moving around to align himself with Jungkook’s cock.
“Such a perfect cock,” Jimin murmurs as he sinks down slowly, releasing a shaky exhale at the stretch. It feels so, so good. “All mine.”
The other lifts his hips, trying to thrust up into him but he puts his hands on Jungkook’s hips to stop him. “Patience. Just relax. Let hyung take care of you for now. Just lie still and look pretty for me. Let me use you.”
“Hyung, please- ah. Please fuck me.” He cries out with begging eyes. He needs more - he needs Jimin cocooning him everywhere. He aches for it. For him. “Please.”
Jimin sinks down fully until there is no space in between them anymore. They both moan, Jungkook arching his back as he stops himself from jerking his hips up.
“Such a needy baby. Hyung will give you what you want.”
And then he’s riding him, moving his hips in ways that he knows make Jungkook go crazy.
“H-hyung,” He’s gasping, “So wet.”
He’s tight, tighter than the younger remembers, and he’s squeezing him like he’s going to milk him dry. The sound of their squelching every time Jimin moves up and down sends him into overdrive. He sees how Jimin’s cock bounces with his movements, the way it’s leaking against his tummy. He hears Jimin moan high and he knows, he’s found that sweet spot. Jimin keeps aiming for that, squeezing around Jungkook more when he hits it. They both can’t stop moaning.
There’s so much going on and he feels so overwhelmed.
He loves it.
“You like hyung’s little hole around your cock?” Jimin asks, out of breath. The words almost send Jungkook over the edge.
He’s tensing up, ready to cum, and he starts babbling like a mess.
“’m gonna cum, hyung, gonna cum,” he’s crying out, tugging on the cloth as his arms bulge with the effort.
“My sensitive baby, not yet, wait for hyung.” Jimin flicks his nipple and he gasps in pleasure and pain. “I’ll tell you when you can.”
Jungkook tries hard, he’s trying so hard not to cum. Tears fill his vision at the effort.
Then Jimin pauses his movements, and he feels the orgasm being ripped from him. He cries out at the denial, and he glances up at Jimin, “Hyu-”
The elder presses a kiss to his lips and shushes him. He slips off of his cock, swallowing Jungkook’s complaint before he can make it. Jungkook gasps when he feels Jimin untie his wrists, bringing his hands to cup the other's ass.
“Want you to fuck me now.”
Jimin watches as Jungkook’s expression changes from disappointment to one with purpose. The younger vibrates with excitement and the need to please his hyung. He’s flipping them over so that he leans over Jimin, and he kisses him with a desperate kind of urgency. His hands roam until they reach his ass again and he pulls them flush against one another, their cocks brushing.
“Oh,” Jimin moans beautifully. It fuels Jungkook - he’s free to fuck Jimin now, he was given permission, and he can fuck him and please him and give him pleasure like no one else can. “My good boy, fuck your hyung so good that hyung won’t be able to form words.”
Jungkook nods, pressing kisses into his neck. “I will, I will.” he chants, and when he finally separates himself from Jimin’s neck, the elder can see that sparkle in his eyes.
There’s a moment where the two just stare at each other before Jungkook lines himself up and slips into Jimin again.
“Ahh,” Jungkook shakes as his sensitive cock is surrounded by warmth and wetness again. He’s not going to last long.
He’s thrusting into Jimin, the clutch around him making him weak in the knees. But he powers through, he’s not stopping until his hyung is cumming.
“Right there baby,” Jimin moans when Jungkook hits his prostate. He aims there again, and Jimin spasms around him. It feels so good, he doesn’t even get to warn Jimin that he’s going to cum.
He’s just spilling inside, releasing all that he’s worth into Jimin as the other brushes his fingers in his hair, urging him to go on…
“’s too much,” Jungkook gasps out, eyes filled with tears again as his over-sensitive cock is spent, yet - he can’t stop.
“Make hyung cum,” is all Jimin says to his pleas.
Jungkook is nothing if not an obedient boy to his hyung.
Through his tears and sensitivity, he fucks until Jimin is cumming, painting their chests with his cum. The picture makes Jungkook release for a second time, shuddering above Jimin. When he’s done he collapses onto the body under him.
Soothing fingers are running over his back before they bury themselves in Jungkook’s hair.
“Done so well for hyung, my perfect baby.” a comforting voice floats to his ears. Jungkook feels so content. He made hyung cum. He did well. He’s hyung’s perfect baby.
Jimin allows the other to come down from subspace slowly. He continues to whisper sweet words while stroking his back gently, not wanting to distress him by telling him to pull out. They need to clean up, but this is more important right now.
“I love you,” Jimin says for the nth time tonight.
The sweet boy on top of him hums, nuzzling himself into Jimin’s chest, “Love you. Thank you hyung.”
It fills Jimin with warmth. He knows what Jungkook is thanking him for - not just for loving him, not just for the sex, but for the way Jimin let them do this.
They’ve been together for so long that Jimin knows exactly what Jungkook needs without words ever being exchanged between them. He knew that Jungkook needed to be taken first, and then he needed to be given the opportunity to give. He needed to feel good, like he was perfect for Jimin like he could give Jimin something no one else ever could, not even Jimin himself. He needed that, and he’s always grateful for how in tune Jimin is with him.
“Always, my lovely baby.”
The younger falls asleep on top of him while he’s still buried inside Jimin. He doesn’t mind, but he hates that he’ll have to wake Jungkook up so he can go back to his quarters later. It would be suspicious if he wasn’t there in the morning and someone caught him sneaking in.
The blond twists them around, the other boy groaning at the movement.
“Sorry love,” Jimin murmurs as he slips off of him. He pours water from the jug on his bedside table onto a cloth and begins to clean them off. Jungkook whines softly in his sleep when he wipes against his sensitive areas, making Jimin smile. Cute.
After he’s done cleaning them up, he looks at the sheets with a sigh. It’s a mess. There’s oil and cum stains everywhere. He’ll have to change it before the maids see. He decides that he might as well wake Jungkook up now.
He sits next to him, hands falling in his hair again. The younger has such soft hair - Jimin keeps trying to convince him to grow it out but he won’t do it. He says he needs to maintain an image as a staff. Jimin guesses he’s right.
“Jungkook-ah,” He hums as he tries to wake him. The boy groans, eyebrows scrunching but he shows no sign of waking up. Jimin tugs on his hair a bit harder, not enough to hurt, just enough to feel. “Jungkook baby.”
When he doesn’t wake up after another minute, he loses his patience. He traces his fingers down from his hair to his arm. He pokes, again and again until the other is whining and blinking his eyes open.
He looks annoyed. Jimin giggles and pokes him for fun.
“Jimin,” Jungkook grumbles, groaning as he captures the other’s hand in his. “No.”
“Baby, you need to get up. And I need to change the sheets.”
“No, I need to stay right here. And you need to come lie with me.”
He wants to. He really does. But-
“It’s late,” he says softly, knowing that his next words are ones that neither of them want to hear right now. “You have to leave… before anyone wakes up and notices. And I need to change my sheets.”
For once, Jimin would like a day where they could sleep together in their home and not have to worry about what others will think if they are together. Not only is Jimin with a man, but he’s with a man who works for him too.
Instead of being beaten up about what Jimin said, Jungkook glances at the dirty sheets and smiles, “Well, we certainly had our fun.”
Jimin giggles, “It is quite messy.”
“I think the messiest we’ve been in a long time. How much oil did you use?” His voice is still bouncy - happy - and that makes Jimin relieved.
“… One vial.” He mutters under his breath. They only went one round and he used a whole vial. He feels his cheeks flush. He was too excited earlier.
Jungkook laughs loudly, throwing his head back with his eyes scrunched up and bunny teeth poking out. Jimin is in love.
“Why on earth would you use an entire vial in one night?”
With a huff, he decides to defend himself proudly, “It’s been a while! Plus you know I love it when it’s wet and messy.”
“Hmm,” the other hums, smile still present as he loops his arm around Jimin’s waist and drags him to lie on top of him. “Let’s cuddle for a few minutes. Then I’ll help you.”
Jimin shifts his head so that he’s comfortable, head pressed to Jungkook’s heart. The steady beating calms him.
“Jimin,” Jungkook calls out after a little while. There’s an edge to his voice, one he only gets when he’s about to talk about the reality of their future. Jimin tries not to tense up.
“Yes, baby?”
“I was thinking…” He trails off, causing Jimin to lift himself up and support his weight with his arms as he looks at the other. He lifts a brow, waiting. “I know your father's plan. The staff were talking about it in the kitchen during dinner because apparently there’s a potential… bride… coming next week and we’ll need to prepare for it. Is that true?”
Jimin only has the strength to nod.
“Oh, okay,” Jungkook bites his bottom lip. He doesn’t look as distraught as earlier, and Jimin hopes that it means their session did its work. Then the younger is gulping and nervously asking, “What if we… sabotage it?”