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Chapter 6

Summary: JK and later Tae's POV. Taehyungs true motives are revealed from his perspective.

Minors DNI!!!

wk: 5.5k

TW: anal sex, coarse language, creepy stalking/watching/voyeurism

The words reverberated in Jungkook’s already spinning head. The look on Jimin’s face was unabashed, no embarrassment or innocence left. His eyes that drove into Jungkook’s were heavy-lidded and black. Jungkook had never seen him like this before, like some kind of light had been snuffed out leaving nothing but darkness.

Abandon.

He was looking at Jungkook pleading for him to use him. The look said don’t be kind, don’t be gentle -- I want to be utterly broken.

Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat. It was terrifying. Because deep down Jungkook knew he wanted to do just that. Jimin spoke directly to the part of him that wanted nothing more than to take everything, use and abuse. The part of himself that he shoved far away, that desperately fought against his control for years.

Jimin couldn’t possibly know what he was asking of him. Jungkook could feel the rattling of his inner beast bending and breaking the bars of its cell, so close to the surface now, only barely contained.

Jimin’s eyes bored into his, gaze unflinching. He loved his man with everything in him. He supposed that meant the chained animal inside himself did too. Did he dare unleash it now?

A hand reached between Jungkook’s legs, grasping his length harshly causing Jungkook to gasp. Jimin wasn’t being gentle with him, his touch was aggressive, pumping up and down his shaft without care. His hard stare never wavered. He knew what he was doing, and it was working.

Jungkook licked his dry lips, the rough grip around his cock egging him on. His vision was starting to blur, the fog starting to creep into his mind. Filling him with impulse, pushing out clarity. He was starting to let go, his hold weakening. The beast was taking over.

So he let it.

Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s wrist, yanking it from his cock, bringing Jimin against his chest with a strong tug. Jimin let out a gasp. With his lover pressed closely against him, he roughly grabbed his hair by the back of his head, tilting it and exposing his long neck.

He leaned in close dragging teeth across the skin, feeling Jimin’s rapid pulse hammering against his lips. If he had fangs, they would have been readily unsheathed tearing into the silken flesh, drinking in the essence of the willing human beneath. A tiny voice in the back of Jungkook’s barely cognizant brain thanked the stars above that he didn’t, yet.

The beast whispered the reminder in the forefront of his mind, as if Jungkook was moments away from making that leap, finally giving in to the one final semblance of control.

Drink. Take. Consume. Never had he felt such intense need before, his throat constricted, almost burning with want. The only cure was pumping behind an embarrassingly thin veil of translucent shimmering skin pulled taut against his mouth.

Jimin’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, his lips bitten. Hair still clenched painfully in Jungkook’s grasp.

Jimin’s energy swelled, piercing through the veil of Jungkook’s thirst. Lavender… sweet, delicate, blooming. A sea of berries, tart, and juicy, the taste was actually filling Jungkook’s mouth causing him to swallow emptily. But yet it soothed.

And something new.

Not a scent or taste per se, this one was an image. A gorgeous and great tree with unfurling limbs that stretched towards the heavens and was covered with beautiful lush foliage. At least it seemed like one at first, but it was actually two trees growing into a twisted embrace, nearly encompassing each other completely in a unified knot of branches, reaching out to the sky in contentedness. Peaceful, safe, harmony.

Jimin felt safe, even with Jungkook’s teeth itching at his pulse point, begging him to take him completely, having no idea the whirlwind he had stirred up inside Jungkook’s head.

Ugh, this is all wrong.

Jungkook peeled himself back from Jimin’s throat, only just realizing the grip he had on his hair. He released it gently, smoothing the strands. He wasn’t going to say it, but he was sorry. Jimin would have shut that down immediately, but it didn’t stop him from seeking his forgiveness in the only way he knew how.

He kissed Jimin with a bruising pressure, needing his lips to purge him of the ugliness of what he had almost done. Jimin whimpered into his mouth, lapping at Jungkook’s tongue with equal measure.

Unknowingly forgiving.

Jungkook flipped Jimin on top of him in one effortless motion. His hard cock rested against Jimin’s plump cheeks like a backrest. Jimin looked bewildered at the sudden change of position, suddenly straddling Jungkook’s chest, hands grasping Jungkook’s forearms to steady himself.

“I want you like this,” Jungkook stated breathily, giving over control to Jimin. “Take everything you want from me. I’m yours.”

My worst, Jungkook thought darkly, is just me.

If Jimin wanted that, it was his.

Jimin looked perplexed, a little lost for a moment but then found himself again when Jungkook’s cock twinged against his cheeks.

Jungkook drank in the shift in Jimin’s energy, bubbling anticipation and a little fear but also a budding sense of power. It had been so easy for Jimin to let go, let himself be swallowed up by Jungkook completely, never before taking him for himself but he was finally in a position of strength. He was quite literally seated on a throne where Jungkook was at his feet, willing to be his helpless slave.

But his confidence wasn’t quite there yet, he still needed a little encouragement. Jimin sought out Jungkook’s eyes, unsure. He looked so beautiful there, perched above him like an angel.

No angel could be this beautiful, Jungkook mused.

His face had softened from his earlier sinful state, his mussed dark hair still falling into his eyes, but there was no attempt to hide. Jungkook’s reached out to him with his warm gaze, submissive, yielding, attempting to squelch any doubts he still had. Jungkook gently gripped Jimin’s hips, guiding him up until he was hovering above his still throbbing cock, allowing Jimin to position himself and take whatever he wanted, however he wanted.

He drank in the sight above him, releasing Jimin’s hips as the human took hold of Jungkook’s cock behind him, and pressed it gently against his wet rim. He was shaking, hands trembling as he removed them and placed them over Jungkook’s warm stomach, hovering nervously with the tip of Jungkook’s cock kissing the entrance of his hole.

Jungkook didn’t dare move, the barely-there contact of his cock pressing against Jimin’s rim was already making precum leak wetly. The urge to plunge himself inside was ever present but tucked away. His chest swelled with pride as he watched Jimin gaining the confidence to take what he wanted after so long being on the receiving end of someone else’s want. This is what he should have done all along, he realized. Finally letting Jimin take from him all that he had to offer.

With one last nod of encouragement on Jungkook’s part, Jimin finally began to ease himself onto Jungkook’s cock, a hissing sound escaping his lips as he stretched to accommodate the all-consuming girth.

Immediately, Jungkook resisted the urge to grab Jimin by the waist and piston himself into the velvety depths, instead tangling his fingers in his own hair, griping the tendrils in a painfully distracting way. The pain gave him focus, keeping him grounded.

Jimin was barely halfway skewered on Jungkook’s cock, the descent excruciatingly slow, unintentionally torturing Jungkook with his edging. Or maybe he was aware after all. While Jungkook’s face was flushed and glistening with dewy sweat breaking across his forehead from the sheer willpower it was taking him to restrain himself, Jimin seemed to be eating it up. Despite the pain he himself was experiencing at being so thoroughly stretched, the look on his face was of undisputable ecstasy. Even with his jaw tightly clenched, his eyes were smokily downturned, watching Jungkook unravel below him, feeding off the way he was the one causing Jungkook to look so undone.

After agonizing eons, Jimin’s body was finally flush with Jungkook’s hips. Jimin had swallowed Jungkook up inside himself, his eyes trained on his stomach as if he wouldn’t be surprised to see the outline of Jungkook’s cock from under the tight skin of his abdomen.

Jungkook watched his movements, following Jimin’s eyes, pressing his own hands against Jimin’s lower stomach, applying firm pressure. He felt Jimin’s muscles contract against his fingers, as well as the walls around his cock constrict deliciously.

Jimin was hard again, the combined pressure Jungkook was applying to his front and the knowledge and sensation of his body being filled overwhelming him.

It was all it took to finally begin to move on top of Jungkook. Slowly at first, still not used to the sensation of riding him. But his limbs were loose and limber, allowing for his body to arch and roll his hips in a way that was both beautiful and lithe.

Jungkook was in awe, the slow build of pleasure was nothing to the mental stimuli of watching Jimin move like a natural-born dancer on his cock.

“So beautiful…” Jungkook managed huskily, unable to tear his eyes away.

Jimin’s cheeks managed to flush even darker at the praise, but his slow rhythmic movement never ceased. He was coming into his own on top of Jungkook, eyes closing softly, just feeling, moving the way he somehow was born to.

Jungkook had subsequently melted into a puddle, slowly grinding his hips against Jimin in small circles. He didn’t want to do too much, but Jimin’s body was too responsive to resist, each rotation of his hips had Jimin writhing and arching his back. Jungkook pressed one hand into the dip of Jimin’s back, keeping the other on his front, giving Jimin just enough pressure but mostly just allowing himself to be the anchor for Jimin to chase his own pleasures.

Jimin was doing full-body rolls on top of Jungkook, panting beautifully. He was breathtaking. Jungkook tried to memorize the way his body moved, how he looked clutching his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes closed with the dark fringe of his lashes curling against the tops of his cheeks, a small bead of sweat trickling between his pecs, perfect pink cock bobbing beautifully with a slick trail of precum pooling on Jungkook’s stomach beneath.

This was truly making love, in these moments Jungkook could still feel the fire burning in his heart and body overwhelming him but it didn’t feel desperate or painful the way it had in their first encounters. It was a heat that consumed but didn’t leave behind a burnt ashen landscape, instead, it filled him with warmth and light, blinding and engulfing him. Making his heart expand with joy and contentment.

If only they hadn’t been so immersed in each other, so lost in the pleasures that only the other could provide, they would have noticed how the heavy door to Jungkook’s room was ajar.

Surely, then they would have noticed the unsettled feeling that they were being watched, with hungry narrowed eyes.

Earlier

Taehyung was incensed. Chewing on his fingernails, and spitting the crescent bits absentmindedly into the dim corners of his barely lit bedroom.

A barely present gurgling sound was present behind his back, going entirely unnoticed while he paced back and forth like a caged tiger. The girl he had left in bloodied tatters, choking on her few remaining mortal breaths, was completely absent from his thoughts. They were instead consumed only by those of his older brother, Jungkook.

It was surprising to him how Jungkook still managed to rattle him to his core. Despite his best efforts to shut down any lingering emotions, he couldn’t help but find himself still feeling powerless in his presence. Even when he had done everything to draw himself up to his full height, his full strength, and show his older brother that he was not a vampire to look down upon, Jungkook, in all his infantile humane weakness, still somehow made Taehyung feel like a subservient child.

No matter the blood he consumed and the power he exuded, the truth still screamed from behind a small locked door in his mind that Jungkook was the rightful heir and superior vampire. It defied all logic in Taehyung’s head.

His vampire self couldn’t help but still tremble internally before him. The notion drove Taehyung to near insanity. He was the powerful one, the one born to rule, the only one worthy of the title of King, while his brother would never be anything but a slave to his human empathy. Jungkook would never choose him, their family, or his responsibilities to rule. He would never embrace his vampiric nature. He would never be worthy of Taehyung’s adulation.

Every part of Jungkook seemed designed to be a contradiction that spat in his face every time he so much as glanced in his direction. He was pathetic. Too human. Taehyung loathed him for it. And somehow… loved him. Which made the hate even more vitriolic and all-consuming.

His hyung… once adventurous, funny, and protective, had been everything to Taehyung as a child. He looked up to his brother. Respected and emulated him.

The divergence of their relationship had only one person to blame.

Jungkook.

He was the one who pushed Taehyung away when he needed his guidance the most, and it crushed him. As he was coming into his own, the way they were fucking supposed to, Jungkook’s love and adoration for his younger brother was seemingly replaced by cold repulsion.

The absolute fucking bastard.

He had torn his heart out, turning his back on the only person in the world who didn’t have expectations or judgment for him and Taehyung, and filled that gaping aching void with cunning, hatred, anger, and malice. Smoothing the broken edges of his heart with an icy frigidness, allowing the vampiric nature within to wholly embody him and soothe his wounded soul.

Now, it didn’t feel like he had a soul at all, there was just emptiness inside him that only seemed to ache less when he was both balls and fangs deep in some helpless human. The only thing that he cared about now was forcing Jungkook to submit, to see the power he had gained. Show him the way he was the superior vampire and his brother was a fucking mistake made by the gods, a test of Taehyungs ability to prove himself the better man.

The better vampire.

Inviting him into his room that night had been a test of sorts as well, Jungkook had been doing his best to avoid Taehyung for months, years really, ever since Taehyung had officially turned at the age of 20, but the game was getting old. He would no longer allow his brother to live peacefully in their home, free to lord himself over Taehyung with his superiority, his profane distaste and discrimination so blatantly. He had given him time to come to terms with his nature on his own. Given chance after chance to prove himself worthy of his forgiveness. Moreso, that he could prove he was truly a vampire that was worthy of his submission.

But Jungkook had sealed his own fate in Taehyung’s eyes. It was obvious Jungkook had no intention of ever turning, the disgust on his face was more telling than any words, as Taehyung had enticed him. His one last attempt to lure his brother back into his dark embrace had been brutally rebuffed, and it had taken everything in him to not snap his neck for his betrayal in that instant. The last strings of hope and love for his brother were cruelly cut when Jungkook ignored his final pleas to stay.

It was the final straw.

Their earlier interaction had been infuriating, but not a complete waste. Bringing Jungkook into his room had served its purpose. Even if the end result was not what he had hoped. It gave him the final confirmation that he was beyond redemption.

He could have forced Jungkook to turn. He could have brought him to his knees and forced him to drink from his plaything, to submit. A huge part of him wanted to do exactly that, but there was something else that drove him to let Jungkook choose for himself. It would have been meaningless if Jungkook didn’t take the path of his own accord.

Too easy.

And Taehyung had always appreciated a challenge.

There was no satisfaction in winning by vampiric power or deception. Though honesty wasn’t a habit typically employed by vampires, Taehyung found no use for lies. He had never needed to deceive to get a meal or a warm body for his bed. It was much more fun to convince someone to willingly engage with him, despite no promises for their safety or even survival.

Taehyung was a master of manipulation, watching humans fall for him helplessly even with their instincts screaming to run gave him the most sickening pleasure, perhaps even more than the acts he would later subject them to. It was amusing to him how his innate vampiric power was one that he didn’t even have to use to get his way. That’s not to say it wasn’t useful, especially when his human playthings were too weakened to willingly continue. He couldn’t resist the urge to stretch the games out as long as possible.

His toys just broke so easily.

It was nearly effortless to twist someone around his fingers, which is why it vexed him so much that Jungkook was impervious to his charms.

Taehyung paused in his pacing, his mind replaying the earlier conversation. His eyes flit back and forth blindly across the floor of his room as if seeing the moments scattered on the floor. Jungkook’s face in his memories passed through various looks of repulsion and fury, spitting fiery insults at Taehyung without remorse.

But… there was that one moment, when Jungkook’s jaw tightened, his eyes betraying his true feelings about something that gave Taehyung pause. His expression had been so hard and controlled. But what was it he had said that made Jungkook steel himself so intensely?

‘Fuck. You,’ Jungkook had spat.

It was low. Hard. Almost a growl.

The memory of his voice almost sent a shiver down his back. Of all the things Jungkook had said to him, it hardly seemed the most insulting, but it was how he said it. How much he had meant it in that moment like the meaning behind the words had been a genuine threat, a promise, a challenge…

It was very intriguing.

Taehyung tried to remember the random verbal negging from the moments before that statement, tugging on his hair.

The gay comment?

He shook his head slightly, that couldn’t have been it. It was just a half-hearted jeer, not enough to warrant such a response.

His eyes widened slightly, the servant?

Taehyung remembered suddenly, the almost imperceptible way Jungkook’s muscles twitched at the mention of the random nameless servant who did arguably have a great ass. He had only mentioned it to piss him off, but now that he thought about it, his reaction had been altogether out of place for their entire conversation.

If Taehyung’s heart could have beat, it would have begun to race at this realization. What was this servant to his brother? A friend? A lover? Jungkook had never shown interest in romantic entanglement as far as Taehyung was aware. If he did, he was good at hiding it.

Whatever the nature of their relationship was, Taehyung was determined to find out. A twisted smile began to creep at the corners of his lips. If Jungkook cared about this human… Taehyung would make him regret it.

His thoughts turned to the servant himself. Eager to recall his face, his body, trying to find what Jungkook found in this simple human servant, what about him was so important anyway?

It was true that he was attractive, Taehyung would give him that. Of all the servants in the home, man or woman, this particular young man did have his charms. Taehyung himself had found himself licking his lips with desire while in his presence, imagining what his creamy skin must taste like under those shapeless robes.

He remembered how he hurriedly bent over to pick up fallen utensils from the dining table, after Taehyung had accidentally dropped them beyond his reach and watched the way the servants' robes finally went taut around his shapely ass, rewarding the servant with his most dazzling grin when it was replaced with a clean one.

He liked to watch him. But how could he be blamed? He liked how the servants' eyes flashed in embarrassment when he caught Taehyung watching him, he liked how his pulse quickened when he was fixed with Taehyung’s winning smile. But Taehyung only looked, never touched.

A simple human servant, even one so mouthwatering, wasn’t enough to hold Taehyung’s interest for long. Besides, he was tired of dealing with his parents' scorn after a few misadventures with the staff had led them to highly discourage he pursue any of the servants from here on out, they were simply tired of replacing good help.

But, he supposed, his grin widening to his full boxy megawatt state, he could make an exception to that rule tonight.

He was out the door before his feet knew where they were going. He had a vague idea of where the servant's quarters were, not that he had ever needed to go there before. The house was large enough to get lost in, to hide in, to avoid seeing someone for months if need be, but not tonight. Tonight, Taehyung would find exactly who he was looking for, whether they wanted to be found or not.

He took in a great breath of air through his nostrils, closing his eyes as he walked. He was quiet but quick on his feet, letting the scents of the humans that had walked his family’s home in the past few hours mingle in his chest. Sorting them, and releasing his breath slowly and calmly, anticipation for the one he searched for grew greater every moment.

Finally, as he neared the dining hall where he most often found himself in the servant’s presence, he found his scent. It was weak but the trail became stronger as he followed it. He wove in and out of rooms that grew smaller and more narrow by comparison until he was in a dark corridor that stretched deeply ahead of him.

There were dozens of doors, each one housing a sleeping servant. Despite them all bearing the same rough appearance, it wasn’t difficult to discern which one he was most interested in opening.

Near the end of the hall, the scent he had followed, led him exactly to where he wanted to be. He paused outside the room, listening. His hearing was sensitive enough to make out the light sounds of someone breathing softly and slowly, sleeping inside.

He licked his dry lips, a smile curling at the edges of his mouth as he gently opened the door. It was completely dark inside, or at least it would have been to human eyes, but Taehyung could quite clearly make out the slender shape tucked beneath a thin blanket in the small room.

The scent was unmistakable, warm and sweet. Taehyung could even smell the sweat that clung to his skin, it was tantalizing. He moved towards the bed in silence, the only sounds in the room were the steady pumping of blood and gentle breathing.

Taehyung watched him, creeping closer still until his face was inches from the servant’s, sucking in a deep breath of air greedily. He smelled delicious. If that had been what Jungkook was interested in, Taehyung could understand. He had never gotten so close to the servant before but briefly wondered how he had managed to let him slip by before barely noticing.

Though he doubted Jungkook would have been interested in this particular scent. It was his blood that ran deliciously through his veins that Taehyung found so captivating, it smelled like what dreams were made of. It was pure, youthful, and delicate. Jungkook’s nose wasn’t trained to the scent of blood the way a turned vampire would be. A shame really, the servant’s blood smelled magnificent, he was really missing out.

There would be time for that later, Taehyung mused to himself, forgetting the heavenly scent for a moment to take in the sight before him. He cocked his head to the side, curiously, eyes roving over the servant's features as if for the first time.

The dark fringe of his mussed hair was spread across his thin pillow like a fan but also had managed to fall across his eyes leaving them hidden. Taehyung couldn’t help but reach out and gently brush the strands back revealing a peaceful expression on his angelic soft face.

Taehyung sucked in a breath, why had it never before occurred to him how beautiful he was? His features were as pure, youthful, and delicate as his scent was. It was perfectly fitting. His gaze fell to his mouth, where his pouty lips were parted. Pink, plump, juicy…

Taehyung could easily imagine those lips wrapped around his cock. It made him twitch in interest. He realized then, he was already half hard. He stifled a chuckle, he was beginning to see the allure, even Taehyung himself was suddenly barely able to control himself around the sleeping form of the servant.

But why did he need control? He could do whatever he wanted, have whatever he wanted from this sleeping angel. He just needed to reach out and claim it. The notion made him fully hard in his pants, he palmed at the bulge willing it to be a bit more patient. He was going to take his time with this one. If Jungkook wanted him, he would be damn sure to ruin him for anyone else’s cock by the time he was through with him, if he even left him with a pulse in the end.

Taehyung reached out, hands pulling the blanket back until it was draped over the servant’s shins. His sleeping tunic was twisted slightly, falling across the tops of his milky thick thighs. It was rather convenient that the servant’s arms were already resting above his head, crossed at the wrist, making it that much easier to lift the thin material slowly but surely until it was gathered at his armpits, exposing his nudity from the chest down.

Taehyung’s eyes darkened with hunger, he swallowed his thirst as he instead drank in the sight before him. He already knew he had a great ass, but he had never anticipated the body that was hidden so perfectly from view under his daily robes, his body was like a piece of art. Perfectly toned, soft belly, sculpted chest, dainty waist, full hips, creamy skin…

And bruises?

His eyes fell to the greenish hue of the bruises around his hips, unable to resist reaching out to touch them lightly, fitting his hands over the shapes until they almost matched up. His eyes darkened, brows furrowing in the realization of what they were from.

Jungkook…

The marks seemed almost left like bread crumbs carelessly for him to find like he wanted to mark his ownership on the once perfect skin of the creature sleeping before him. Flaunting it somehow. Rubbing Taehyung’s nose in it like a dog in its own piss. Taehyung almost wanted to flip him over to check for more marks as if he would find Jungkook’s fingers still gripping his perfect asscheeks.

It somehow made his blood boil, and he didn’t entirely understand why. Perhaps it was the idea that Jungkook had got to him first. Losing an opportunity at claiming him before his brother could muster up the balls to act on his interest. He was jealous, yet another thing that Jungkook had stolen from the better man.

It didn’t matter that before tonight he had barely even considered the human worth his time. It only mattered that he wanted him now, and Jungkook had already put his worthless hands all over him. And he wanted him now, more than anything he had ever wanted… because he was Jungkook’s.

It was simple.

But his anger soon turned to something else, something hungrier, something darker. It made heat rise in his belly and his breath quicken, a slow smile spreading across his face. He may not have had him first, but he would have him last.

The notion made his dick throb.

The servant stirred beneath his fingers, still resting against his bruised hips, he pulled them back quickly and sunk into the shadows in the corner of the room faster than could be seen.

He almost wished he hadn’t moved. Letting the human wake to the sight of Taehyung hovering inches above his body, cock rock hard and ready to fuck him into oblivion would have been a delicious moment to be sure, but his inevitable screams would probably have spoiled his fun when it woke the rest of the servants from their sleep.

He watched with rapt interest, dick still throbbing in his pants as the servant began to twist in his bed, searching for a more comfortable position. He struggled to remain still as his arousal grew from the shadows, watching him while he was still unaware of his presence.

The sick joy he felt as the servant tossed and turned, his skin growing dewy from the effort, was causing a similar sweat to break across Taehyung's brow. He steadied his breathing as much as he could but the throb in his pants was making it harder as time went on.

When the human’s eyes were closed, Taehyung palmed his cock through his pants, watching as the servant's skin broke out in goosebumps that made him want to taste it. When he woke again, he seemed frustrated, finding his tunic bunched uncomfortably where Taehyung and left it, and wrenched it down his body in a huff.

Taehyung held his breath when he turned his head scanning the room with scrunched eyes unable to focus in the darkness. He almost wished he would see him, with his hand gripping his hard cock through his pants, feeling the dampness through the material from where he had been steadily leaking precum for the last few minutes.

Instead, he seemed to be frowning, pondering something silently before abruptly getting up from his small bed and gently gliding from the room on light feet.

Now, where in the world was he going? Taehyung pondered, forgetting his arousal to follow the servant out the door at a safe distance. He marveled at how quickly and quietly he moved, already out of sight by the time Taehyung reached the corridor to the dining hall. It was no matter, he only had to follow his nose.

His interest was piqued tenfold when his scent crossed from the common areas of the home into the wing where Jungkook’s room was. He let the servant have a healthy head start, lingering back several minutes now that he had a very good idea of where he was headed to this late hour.

His stomach was doing delicious flips in his belly as he approached the door, he couldn’t fathom why he was so excited. The newfound delight of voyeurism in him perhaps, already hard from simply watching a human servant sleep, was bubbling inside as he pressed himself to the heavy ornate door.

The voices were clear as if he wasn’t listening through several inches of solid hardwood. He listened, his ears burning at the conversation unfolding inside.

They were talking about him, talking about escaping? Taehyung had to stifle the laughter that was nearly exploding from his chest. He was beyond delighted to hear how ruffled Jungkook was, so many things were pouring from his simple-minded mouth. Taehyung ate up the knowledge like his last meal.

It wasn’t long before the bed was shifting with weight, absurd whispers of devotion and promises being uttered amongst the apparently star-cross lovers. The entire scene was deliciously ridiculous.

His brother was in love. With a fucking human servant.

Taehyung was drunk off the ammunition he was gaining. The hole Jungkook was digging for himself was so fucking deep, he may as well actually jump out that window over the cliffs, he would never survive the fallout of this, and it made Taehyung positively writhe with delight.

Then he heard the moan, a soft higher cadence that could only be the sound of the servant, no, Jimin was his name.

Taehyung’s eyes widened as if to see better what would possibly be causing such sounds to fall from his plump lips despite the solidness of the wood door that separated them. He could hardly stand how aroused he was, both curiosity and something a lot more sinister pushed him to find out exactly what was making Jimin come off the rails like that.

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Summary: Jimin's POV, can't sleep so he seeks out Jungkook in the night. LOTS O' SEX

Minors DNI!!!

wk: 7.6k

TW: Mentions of suicide, religious/spiritual talk, lots of graphic sex, anal, snowballing, riming, anal fingering, the works, coarse language

Jimin was restless, tossing from side to side in his bed, unable to get comfortable. His sleeping clothes were scrunched all the way into his armpits from twisting. All he wanted was to sleep because at least in his dreams he could see Jungkook. He yanked the fabric back down his body with little hops til it obeyed him.

It had been entirely too long since he had last seen Jungkook in person. Despite working throughout the manor in the day, searching for a hint of his presence, Jungkook had remained elusive. Jimin knew of course why, but it didn’t stop him from looking, ever hoping to see his face.

Even with days behind their night together, his body was still tender from the experience, exacerbated by the lashings doled out by that crotchety old bitch who was head of staff. But Jimin didn’t regret a second of it. Even though it hurt, even though he was punished. And in those moments that dragged painfully into days since, Jimin found himself appreciating each ache and every mark that Jungkook had left on his body. 

His skin was bruised at his neck from his hungry kisses, his hips and ass stained with green and yellow fingerprints. It was a map of where Jungkook had held him tightest, kissed him the hardest. The thought alone brought a whimper of desperation to his lips. Even pressing his own fingers into them, invisibly interlaced with the memory of Jungkook’s hands pressing painfully and deliciously into him. 

Jimin almost wished they never faded, the bruises were the only concrete evidence he had of Jungkook’s very real, very deep love for him. Whenever he found himself questioning his sanity, the twinge of pain between his cheeks, or the burn from thighs stretched too wide reminded him it was all too real.

Everything was too real. 

Jimin’s head was a scattered mess. Jungkook was a vampire. A royal fucking LIVING vampire, with… powers? But he didn’t need to drink blood… and he could age. Until he drank blood, which he hadn’t yet. And didn’t want to. 

And he wants to be with… me.  

Jimin still struggled to process. 

Of all the useless pathetic humans to have drooled at the simple sight of Jungkook, he wanted Jimin. It made no fucking sense. But that was just his self-doubt talking. All of the rambling and musings going back and forth in Jimin’s head had been consuming him for days. Whenever he had a moment alone, he was lost in thought, plowing through the shared experiences from that night. Trying to really absorb their meanings. 

While Jungkook had gone to great, great lengths to worship his body, and prove himself and his love to Jimin. It was still a precarious feeling, like it would crumble with the slightest breeze of insecurity. 

He knew Jungkook would be angry with him, if he knew how he was admonishing himself, doubting his worthiness, and in essence doubting Jungkook’s devotion. While Jimin didn’t entirely understand what Jungkook saw in him, he knew he saw something. He believed him when he said he was his everything. And that was all that Jimin really needed, he could learn to love himself later with Jungkook’s tongue as his teacher. 

He had been waiting in that in-between world for Jungkook that night, always holding the door. But instead of suddenly finding himself in his lover's arms, the last blips of his short-lived dreams were embarrassingly mundane with no Jungkook to speak of. 

But as much as he wished he could summon him at will, Jimin had no control over what happened after he closed his eyes. All he could do was sleep, leaving himself open for Jungkook to find him, wherever that might be. 

Once, he had been right in the middle of being ghoulishly screamed at by a particularly demonic-looking head of staff, the next moment Jungkook was wrapping his arms around his waist from behind. Softly nuzzling into his hair. 

The horrific cow was immediately banished, and Jungkook replaced dreary imagery with a cozy nest of blankets in an otherwise empty room. Simple. Perfection. Tugging him to the pile, he curled around Jimin’s body like a giant protective cat. Strong beautiful arms encompassing Jimin entirely.

It was in a word, heavenly. 

Each night he slept, despite where his dreams started, they always ended with Jungkook. Sometimes Jimin was surprised he didn’t wake with new bruises, new aches to revel in. The only evidence from their dreamscape excursions was the pool of cum that spilled onto his sheets from between his legs. Every. Single. Night. 

Except for tonight. 

He huffed with exasperation. He kept getting woken up. For some unknown reason his sleep evaded him, preventing him from his one and only mercy. 

He could barely fucking stand it anymore. The longing in his body to see Jungkook was reaching a fever pitch. But he just couldn’t get any rest.

A sense of unease washed over him, finally awake to feel his skin prickle in the moist air. Jimin suppressed a shudder. He sat up in bed, tired eyes hazarding a look around the small room, his eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness. He suddenly felt cold, and wondered if that was why he couldn’t sleep.

For a moment he considered going to the servants supply room and fishing out an additional blanket, but instead his mind turned to the only thing that would fix this ache in his bones. And it wasn’t an extra blanket. 

Jimin shook himself alert. He couldn’t wait another minute. It was the dead of night, the manor was quiet. Staff were tucked into their small individual spaces, and royals behind large grand doors at the other end of the world. Somewhere over there was the other half of his soul. Jimin gathered himself to stand, brushing wrinkles from his long sleeping tunic with mirth, like they would even be on him much longer. 

Not bothering with pants, considering what Jungkook had done to them previously, Jimin cautiously stepped out into the halls of the manor. Making the trek across the impossibly large home in perfect, light, near-invisible, silence.

He calmed his nerves knowing that even if Jungkook was angry with him for taking the risk, he would take the punishment he dolled out with an appreciation for his craft. His cheeks were already flooded with heat, almost hoping Jungkook spanked him for his risky behavior. 

Lust and longing were clouding every faculty of Jimin’s mind as he soon found himself in front of Jungkook's ornate bedroom door. The wood was dark and beautiful, the carvings complicated and yet delicate, just like Jungkook. 

He pressed himself to the coolness of the doorframe, listening for sound. Anticipation causing him to wet his lips. But it was silent. He took a last quick look around himself, the halls were empty and stretched impossibly long into darkness. Without further concern of being caught, he carefully opened the door. It wasn’t locked, after all, who would dare to open his door that didn’t need explicit permission? It relented in an almost welcoming way, mercifully silent.

Jimin let out the biggest sigh of relief when he saw Jungkook sleeping across the room. He must have just fallen asleep considering it was only a few minutes ago that Jimin himself was waking. They must have just missed each other.

Jungkook had collapsed on his back atop the still-made bed, his legs crossed over one another at the ankle. His arms folded across his slowly rising and falling chest. His lips were parted sweetly in a pout but his face looked altogether tense. Was it possible to sleep angrily? Jimin wondered. 

He was so thankful just to look at him. He felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Was that the connection Jungkook had described at work? Jimin didn’t let his thoughts linger too long, he was too anxious to climb into bed next to him. He pushed the door back with a soft clunk, and his eyes darted to Jungkook, hoping he hadn’t woken.

He was thankfully still asleep. Jungkook’s brow furrowed even deeper with a disgruntled puff of air escaping his lips as he sighed subconsciously at the sound. This was the first time Jimin had seen him sleeping. 

Jimin had been the first to succumb to a dreamless sleep after being brought to the point of near insanity by several mind-blowing orgasms and the first to stir in the morning. He didn’t even have a chance to register the prior evening, let alone Jungkook’s face, before rushing to leave due to being late for his morning duties. Even with the tense expression drawing his eyebrows together, Jimin was overwhelmed by just how beautiful he really was. 

With bated breath, Jimin crossed to the bed, gently climbing into it. Jungkook stirred, eyes suddenly open with a start from the weight shift. His eyes fell on Jimin, and his arms immediately fell open wordlessly to allow Jimin entrance.

Jimin had only a moment to register Jungkook’s several expressions at his sudden appearance in his bed before falling back against his chest. Wide-eyed shock, then relief, and then something else unreadable. His arms quickly closed around Jimin snugly, perfectly fitting together. Jungkook took an impossibly deep breath against the nape of Jimin’s neck like he didn’t have air in his lungs until Jimin was against him.

“You shouldn’t have come.” Jungkook chided, his voice thick and sleepy but in a tone that conveyed he was still extremely content to hold him. 

“I know.” Jimin agreed, also contented. “I couldn’t stay asleep. I missed you, so damn much.” 

Jungkook continued to purr softly against Jimin’s neck and nodded against it in response. 

“I missed you…” Jungkook breathed, the rest of his words hanging in the air, his hold on Jimin even tighter and Jimin felt the same sentiment. 

I missed you more, endlessly, gut-wrenchingly…

Jungkook placed endless soft kisses against the back of Jimin’s neck as he nuzzled him. His words intermingled with tender presses of his lips against the ever-present flesh of Jimin’s neck.

“Even though… I’m… mad... at... you for coming, I’m… so glad... you're here, baby.” 

Jimin smirked, “You sound mad alright.” He placed his lips against Jungkook's hard bicep in a brief kiss in return.

“I am. Really mad.” Jungkook pressed, kissing down Jimin’s collarbone.

Jimin’s smile was full, reaching his eyes that closed into little arched shapes. 

“Do I need a spanking?” Jimin teased, half joking, half serious, pressing his ass into Jungkook’s crotch for added emphasis.

Jungkook paused for a moment, the pressure on his cock throwing him momentarily. 

“Don’t tempt me.” He threatened voice low and wanting. 

Jimin couldn’t contain his giggles, “You’re making this way too easy, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook smiled into Jimin’s skin, still engrossed. “Yeah, I know. I’m whipped for you, I’ll admit it.”

Jimin wiggled again, enjoying how Jungkook squirmed at the sensation. “Uuhhngg, stop that. You get me going and there’s no stopping me.” Jungkook warned moving his arm down the sides of Jimin’s body to rest possessively at his hips, holding him still.

Jimin winced a little and a tiny ‘ohh’ escaped his lips from the grip, followed by a blush to his cheeks. Jungkook’s eyes flashed at the sound, looking up at Jimin, a little concerned, “Did that hurt? I’m sorry, baby. I’m being too rough with you.”

Jimin smiled again, remembering the bruises that still clung to his skin there. “No, no, it’s not that. It’s just a little tender there since last time.” 

“What? Seriously?” Jungkook yanked up Jimin’s robes to just above his hips, finding his handiwork perfectly etched on his otherwise milky pale skin. 

Jungkook groaned at the sight, pissed at himself. “Ughhh, I’m so sorry.” He tenderly touched his own fingerprints on Jimin’s hip with a mournful look. 

“Don’t be, Kookie. I like them.” 

Jungkook looked genuinely confused. Jimin elaborated, placing his hand over Jungkook's, mirroring the placement of the bruises. “When I touch them, I can still feel you. The way you're holding me now. When you’re not around, they’re all I have.”

“I never want to not be ‘around’ you, Jimin. If I’m not with you, I can’t keep you safe.” Jungkook sighed, biting his lip, lost in thought suddenly.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Jimin asked, the way Jungkook had a faraway look in his eyes concerned him. Jungkook blinked, turning his eyes to Jimin, still chewing his lip anxiously. “You seem… worried about something.” Jimin was getting a bit anxious, the air was pregnant with the pause. 

“It’s…” Jungkook began, seemingly not knowing how to start. “My brother, Taehyung.” The look on his face was serious. 

Jimin knew all about Taehyung. He was rather beautiful on the surface, sharply chiseled features with a long straight nose, a mop of shaggy chestnut-colored hair, and a wide smile. He would have looked something like a big puppy if not for the fact that somehow his smile made Jimin’s skin crawl, like he was going to eat him alive. Which was of course compounded by the fact that Jimin knew he was entirely capable of exactly that.  

Jimin had been on the receiving end of that smile more than a few times, and every time he felt the desperate urge to run in the opposite direction, long before he had any reason to fear him. 

Jimin noticeably tensed at his name, “What about him?” He asked, almost afraid to know the answer.

Jungkook shook his head, eyes flashing as if recalling something unpleasant. “I think… I think he may suspect something is going on… between us.” 

Jimin looked startled, confusion spreading across his features. They hadn’t even seen each other in days. How could Taehyung have suspected something before there was even something to suspect? “What do you mean? How?” Jimin’s voice was pitching higher with worry. 

Again Jungkook was lost for words, why was this so hard for him to explain? “Jungkook, tell me please, what’s going on?”

“I was on my way to try to see you…” He started, regret in his features, “I don’t think he knew it though.” Jungkook looked unsure of his words as if the whole thing was a huge puzzle he was putting together for the first time. “He caught me walking past his room, asked me to come inside… So I did. I mean, I didn’t really have a choice. It was…bad.” 

Jimin’s eyes were impossibly wide, “Bad? What did he want?”

“That’s just it, I have no fucking idea. He may have just been trying to fuck with me, he might have been looking for information, baiting me into a fight, trying to turn me, kill me. I have no fucking idea!” The words were falling quickly from his lips with exasperation, his voice raised with each word, punctuating his heightened nerves. Features were dark, something terrible happened in that room, and it was written all over Jungkook’s face.

Jimin didn’t push further to explain, he let Jungkook take a breath to calm before continuing. “I went into his room. He was… never mind, that doesn’t matter. I was angry with him, I said some things. He just kept pushing me, questioning me, provoking me. I don’t know why, but I have about a thousand guesses and none of them are good.” 

“And where do I fit into this?” Jimin asked hesitantly, the look on Jungkook’s face told him he didn’t want to know the answer. “Just say it, Jungkook. I’m a big boy, I can handle it.” 

Jungkook let out a breath, “He mentioned… you, or at least I’m 99% sure he was referring to you. Your body.” Jungkook grimaced, ill at the thought. “You’re on his radar, Jimin. That alone terrifies me. What’s worse is, I think he knows you’re important to me somehow. Something about how he looked at me… it’s like he’s putting two and two together. I tried to not let him get a reaction, but I think whatever look I gave him was enough to give him the idea that you were special to me. Maybe he doesn’t yet know we’re together but the suspicion alone is all he needs to put you on his warpath to get to me.” 

Jimin’s nostrils flared in agitation, the fucking creep. Jimin had sensed his eyes on his body whenever he was in the room, and every time it made his skin crawl. His simpering grin whenever Jimin caught him watching him replaying in his mind, he suppressed a shiver. 

While he gave him a deep sense of unease he never actually thought he was in danger around him. Taehyung had never bothered the staff before. But now that Jimin thought about it, with all the staff that came and went, who could really be sure Taehyung wasn’t responsible for some of those who ‘left’ the manor. It made Jimin’s hair stand on end. 

Jungkook went on, unburdening himself. “This means…” He paused, thinking about his next words carefully. “We need to leave. Before sunrise.” 

Jimin’s mouth fell open as if to speak, but nothing came out. Jungkook continued urgently,  “I was already planning to get you, before, but then I fell asleep. We couldn’t go on like this much longer anyway. We don’t belong in this prison. I know you’re probably scared to run so soon,” Jungkook squeezed Jimin’s hands. “It might just be my paranoia but I just… I just know we can’t risk him figuring it out for sure, by then it’ll already be too late.” Jungkook's face was incredibly haunted, he looked into Jimin’s eyes searching for some kind of answer.

Jimin let the admission soak in for a few moments, he realized the danger Taehyung posed to Jungkook. It was all there in his memories. Taehyung was a cunning man, driven and cruel. If there was something he wanted, he took it. Jungkook’s promised throne being the only exception until now. With Jimin being added into the mix, he knew how Taehyung could use him as leverage. And that was the banalest thing he could do because honestly nothing seemed off the table in terms of what Taehyung was capable of. 

“If we run, won’t Taehyung or someone else in your family come looking for us? I mean, you’re still the heir.” Jimin asked, doubtful that there was a way out of this.

Jimin could hardly imagine Taehyung simply letting Jungkook walk out of this situation unscathed. With Jungkook’s claim to the throne, so long as he was alive to fill the position there would be no way for Taehyung to succeed him. Even if they were completely off base in their assumptions that Taehyung was a threat to their lives, his family would still seek to find him. 

Which Jimin assumed probably wouldn’t be too hard, they probably had some kind of demonic hellhounds that could track their scent. As it stood now, their chances of survival were abysmal. The situation felt impossibly bleak. 

“I know.” Jungkook agreed, chewing his lip anxiously. “Unless there’s no one to look for.” 

Jimin squinted, not following Jungkook’s train of thought. Jungkook looked out his large glass window across the room, reflecting the room inside. It was pitch black outside, the moon was obscured by an overcast sky. But had it been a brighter night, Jimin would have been able to see a spectacular view. The manor was perched high on rough cliffs above a churning sea. Jungkook’s bedroom had the privilege of being directly overlooking the edge with barely a few feet between the manor and drop off to the waters below. 

“Wait, don’t tell me your plan is for us to jump out that window,” Jimin said aghast. Jungkook didn’t answer, still lost in his thoughts. “You can’t give up that easily.”

“I don’t plan to,” Jungkook stated, his face resolute, a decision made. “We only need to make my family think I did.” 

He stood up from the bed with sudden purpose, crossing the distance to his desk beneath the window. Jungkook pulled a fresh scroll from a drawer and dipped a brush in a pot of ink. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of this earlier. I mean, it’s not foolproof, but this could work...” It was almost like he was talking to himself. 

He scrawled, carefully placing characters on the page with purpose. Jimin watched over his shoulder, his script flowing onto the pages effortlessly like he had thought about the words he was writing for a long time prior. The thought made tears sting Jimin’s eyes. It seemed like it wasn’t hard for Jungkook to put himself in the despondent headspace of someone willing to take their own life. 

Jungkook finished writing, blowing lightly on the ink as it absorbed into the fibers. He set it down softly. “We’ll need to change the bedding, and dump the old over the cliff edge, anything that smells like you. They can’t know you were in here. Hopefully, whatever scent of yours that lingers will have faded by the time they come looking for me.”

Jungkook had turned to face Jimin, beautiful and determined, but still a weary look in his eyes that made Jimin hurt for him. He outstretched his fingers from his placement on the edge of the bed, calling for Jungkook to come to him. 

Jimin was soon joined there, fingers interwoven. He looked at the tears that had threatened to spill from Jungkook’s eyes. He was still in that dark headspace from writing an all too convincing account of why he didn’t want to live, justifying his actions with too many truths.

Jimin knew exactly what Jungkook was feeling right now, powers or not. Jungkook had spent so much of his life alone, empty solitude had filled his heart. One that was entirely designed to feel all too much. It was breaking from sadness and pressure. Never having loved. Never being loved. Hating himself and how he could never make his parents proud, the way Taehyung could. Forced to wear the chains of his forsaken birthright forever, it was a small wonder he had lasted this long.

Jimin truly resonated with what Jungkook was feeling, his own pain and loneliness were mirrored in his face. His life had been punishing, rife with difficulty and struggle, and in the bleakest of times when Jimin just felt so empty and numb, he thought about who would even miss his pathetic existence. Just one less person to wash dishes and scrub floors. Unloved, unwanted, and forgotten. But one look into Jungkook’s eyes, those months ago, had awoken something inside him. A reason to wake up in the morning, if only for the momentary glimpse of Jungkook’s face.

As if he had read Jimin’s mind, he spoke, a tear finally slipping down his cheek, “I don’t think… I’d still be here today if I hadn’t found you, Jimin.” he admitted, hating the way his tears were betraying him. His nose was scrunched and he was grasping his bottom lip in his teeth trying to will them to obey.

Jimin brushed the wetness away quickly, not letting another single tear fall from his beautiful devastated eyes. Jimin pulled him into a kiss. It was comforting, soft and pleaded with him to see that Jimin was here now, so that neither would ever feel alone again. 

Jimin clung to this moment, pure and whole. Grateful with every fiber of his being that he could be the one to fill the void in Jungkook’s heart, to wipe tears from his eyes. To be his one and only, his soulmate. 

Jimin had always believed in soulmates, and he couldn’t think of a single descriptor that better encapsulated his feelings for Jungkook. The way they just fit together, like they had been made for each other. Their energies were completely tangled in some cosmic way for all time. If they didn’t make it out of this alive, Jimin felt comfort in the belief that there was something beyond this existence where nothing would stop them from finding each other, just like in their dreams. 

But the soul part was tricky. 

He knew Jungkook had a soul, it was behind his eyes in the galaxy-like depth of his dark pools. To Jimin, it was obvious. But did the rest of his family still have one? The creatures they were seemed to be empty to him, something missing in their eyes. Was it their soul that was absent in their gaze? Jimin had often wondered if the transition robbed them of it when they made some kind of magical blood pact with the devil to become immortal. Was that the trade?

It was a disturbing concept. 

It was Jungkook’s soul he was connected to, and feared the loss of above all others. For himself, Jimin could never give up his soul if that was the cost for immortality. He wanted the opportunity to have peace in Heaven, in God’s embrace. But what was Heaven without Jungkook? It was why the concept of him turning terrified Jimin so much. For probably entirely different reasons, Jimin and Jungkook were on the same page. 

He knew on the surface why Jungkook didn’t want to change. He didn’t want to lose his humanity. But when faced with the idea that they could die in an attempt to evade that life, Jimin wanted to know how Jungkook was so resolute in not using it as a last option. What did he believe was waiting for him on the other side?

With the air of their possibly impending doom on the horizon, Jimin suddenly needed to know. Why Jungkook hadn’t simply implored him to change with him, gaining the strength to squash his enemies and the authority to ensure both of their protection forever. Why was he so willing to give up the possibility of an immortal eternity together, did he too fear for his soul?

Jimin broke their kiss, Jungkook’s nose still millimeters from his. He searched those unending depths of his eyes.

“What is it?” Jungkook asked, hands still cupping Jimin’s face.

Jimin smiled softly, “Just looking at your soul.” 

Jungkook scrunched his nose slightly, “My soul? Is that where it’s been all this time?” 

“Yup, right there.” Jimin confirmed, gently poking him between the eyes. 

Jungkook smiled and Jimin sat up, pulling Jungkook’s hands to rest in between his face suddenly serious, “Do you believe in souls, Kookie?”

Jungkook bit his lip, taking a beat before responding, “Yes. In a way.” 

“And soulmates?” 

“Definitely.” Jungkook said with a small smile curling at his lips.

“Do you ever think about where we go? After we die?” Jimin’s face looked apologetic at the topic.

Jungkook frowned a bit at the heavy question, quickly reading into Jimin’s concerns about their futures.

“I do.” He said solemnly with a small nod. It had obviously been on his mind as well.

“And?” Jimin urged, intent on his answer.

At this, Jungkook took a breath, gathering his thoughts. “You asked about if I believe in a soul…” He started, attempting to explain himself, “But to me, a soul isn’t quite like what they describe in the bible. It’s more like an essence or energy. Yours is so pure. It’s light, sweet and both smells and tastes like berries and lavender. Those energies never disappear, they only transcend from one life to the next. Repurposed into all things.” 

Jimin needed more context, his eyebrows knit together trying to understand.

“There’s this tree on the estate,” Jungkook continued, painting a picture to elaborate. “It’s beautiful, and old. I sometimes like to sit under it and draw. The energy around it is really strong, and comforting. It’s like, pure contentedness, like it just is so happy and at peace being a tree. What’s weird about it is, I don’t usually get such strong emotional imagery from non-human energies. When I sit under it I can taste orange blossoms. I just get the feeling this tree has been around a lot longer than its current life, as if it chose its own path in some kind of reincarnation of energy.”

“So, do you want to be a tree in your next life?” Jimin was teasing, gently raising an eyebrow, but also desperate to hear more about Jungkook’s ideas of reincarnation and energy. If anyone was an expert in the field it was Jungkook. 

Jungkook chuckled softly, “Well, not necessarily a tree. But…” He looked at Jimin earnestly, “You wanted to know if I believed in soulmates, and the only thing I know for sure is you’re mine. I might not believe in the proverbial ‘Heaven,’ but if I have any choice at all in where I end up in the next life it will be wherever you are. If we do end up as trees, I’ll be right next to yours, with limbs and roots intertwining. Even if I have to roll my acorn self across the entire earth til I find you. There would be no eternity worth not having you by my side.”

Fully satisfied with his answers, Jimin’s eyes were starting to water, the concept was deeply beautiful. He wasn’t completely sure who was right. But in the end he realized it didn’t matter.

“I’ve always believed in the concept of Heaven,” Jimin said, blinking tears away, “But I gotta admit, any version of eternity where we are together sounds heavenly, even if it is as a tree. We could be rocks for all I care, as long as I’m with you. Either way, if you’re right, promise me you’ll always find me.” 

“Nothing would be able to stop me, Jimin. Even if my heart stops beating, my soul is yours, eternally.”

This time, it was Jungkook to kiss Jimin’s tears away. Their bodies closed the distance between in a desperate embrace. They were soon deepening their kisses, bodies molding to each other. Jimin filled the space against Jungkook’s chest perfectly. 

Jimin suckled gently at Jungkook’s bottom lip, feeling it plump against his tongue. Jungkook was returning the favor nibbling at Jimin’s top lip. Their tongues were softly dancing, stroking and moving against each other sensually. Each kiss was deep, slow, and filled with love. Jungkook’s mouth tasted like bliss. 

Hands were roving over curves, slowly but becoming more and more fervent. Jimin needed to feel Jungkook’s skin, reaching up under his shirt to roll over the hard ripples of his abs, feeling the muscles constrict with the sensation. Jungkook’s skin was warm and devine under Jimin’s fingers.

Jungkook’s hands were equally busy, tickling Jimin’s back under his tunic and back down to wrap them around each of Jimin’s exposed thighs. His lips were all over, kissing Jimin’s jaw, suckling in his earlobe and nibbling it, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. The heat of Jungkook’s breath sending a sweet shiver through his body.

Jimin angled his head, giving Jungkook more access to his slender neck as he kissed and suckled gently down its length to his collar bones. It didn’t feel rushed, even though they both knew the sun would be rising in a few hours. They took their time. Exploring eachothers bodies slowly, in no hurry for this moment to end. It could be their last experience together, if they didn’t escape unscathed. For now, nothing else but the feel of Jungkook’s body mattered to Jimin. He would make time for him, letting the world fall away until there was nothing but them.

Jimin slowly pushed the fabric of Jungkook’s shirt towards his armpits. He raised his arms up to oblige, only breaking the contact of his lips against Jimin’s throat to ease it over his head, and immediately resuming after it was off.

Jimin pet him, hands in his thick dark hair, twisting strands of the waves around his fingers enjoying its silkiness. Jungkook was deep in the crook of his neck which was equal parts hot and cool from the wetness of kisses Jungkook left in his wake. Jungkook was getting hungrier to taste more of Jimin’s skin. 

The hands on his thighs also pushed at the fabric of Jimin’s tunic to raise it, dragging the fabric across skin until he too was tossing the garment to the ground. Now fully nude, Jimin thought it only fair that Jungkook followed suit. He pressed his hand to the front of Jungkook’s crotch. It was already hard, but the sensation of Jimin’s hand against it suddenly made it twitch. It was all the signal Jungkook needed to entirely rid himself of clothing. 

They rolled themselves back onto the bed, laying side by side, just touching and stroking each other's bodies. No desperation to get off, just content feeling the heat of each other’s skin on their own. Arms wrapped around each other, lips never not kissing and tasting. 

While this was certainly not their first time together intimately, it had an entirely different feeling. Their first experience was wrought with sexual ferocity and need, high from the emotionally charged connection and idea of fantasies being filled at long last. Their dream sessions were much the same. Hot, horny and filled with want and desire.

And while you could certainly say they were still very much filled with intense desire for each other in these moments, there was a completely different kind of need being fulfilled in their hearts. They were very much making love, without even being physically in the act. Each tender touch was burning itselves into their memories. The way Jungkook’s mouth tasted, the texture of his buttery smooth skin, the way his abs rippled beneath Jimin’s fingers, his smell -- like vanilla musk, and something dark and earthy, Jimin wanted to bathe in that scent. 

Jimin kissed all over Jungkook’s face, taking time for his favorite parts of it, kissing each of his eyes, tickled by his dark lashes, the tip of his nose, the small scar over his left cheek and the tiny beauty mark beneath his mouth.

Jungkook smiled, almost curious where each kiss would land next, with their placement so specifically done. 

It was his turn to find his favorite spots on Jimin, also kissing each of his eyes which scrunched into adorable smiles, each of his round cheeks, and his lips, sliding his tongue across the ever so slightly crooked front tooth in Jimin’s mouth as if showing his appreciation at the perfect imperfection.

This made Jimin blush, his smile huge and embarrassed, Jungkook grinned back at him sharing the appreciation of both of what they found beautiful in each other. He wasn’t done appreciating Jimin’s beauty yet though. He resumed, bringing soft kisses from his face down to his neck, seemingly obsessed with the slender supple skin of it. 

The sensation of Jungkook’s worship made Jimin’s breath quicken, getting lost in the way it made his heart full. Jungkook’s sweet mouth had found its way to the span of Jimin’s chest, kissing the space between the soft mounds of his pecs. He nuzzled there in between before taking the bud of Jimin’s soft pink nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently til it was firm between his lips. 

That kicked everything up a notch. Jimin immediately arched his back into the feeling. His chest rising to meet Jungkook’s lips. His hands were suddenly in Jungkook’s hair, gently pressing his head into the flesh. 

Jungkook didn’t show any signs he had planned on releasing the bud anytime soon anyhow. He tugged and bit at the tip, wrapping his tongue around the tiny blossom and swirling it over and over. Jimin began to squirm and sigh contentedly. He sucked at Jimin’s nipples intermittently for a long while until they were hot-pink and puffy, just like his mouth. The sight sent instant jolts to Jungkook’s cock. 

Jimin wordlessly pushed Jungkook’s head down his body, not yet ready to let the feel of his lips on his skin end. Jungkook happily obliged, licking a wet kiss soaked path from his abs to the warm mound of his crotch. He kissed around the area, leaving Jimin’s now hard cock untouched. It twitched from neglect, but he too was patient, enjoying every sensation that Jungkook blessed him with, it only adding to the anticipation of his eventual release. 

Jungkook pressed his mouth to Jimin’s inner thighs, in an open kiss, sinking his teeth into its yielding flesh. Jimin squealed from the mix of pleasure and pain, heat flooding his face. He buried his face between Jimin's thighs, which had parted to allow him between them, throwing Jimins legs over his shoulders.

Jimin could see the top of Jungkook’s head entrenched there. He didn’t come up for air once, only leaving heat and wet bites everywhere his lips met skin. Jungkook reached up, head still buried between thick thighs, and grabbed Jimin around the hips, sliding his hands under him til he had two handfuls of soft succulent ass meat in them. He massaged and gripped at his ass, clenching and unclenching his fingers, seeming to relish the way the firm yet bouncy flesh spread between his fingers with the pressure. 

Then he lifted Jimin’s ass up effortlessly, changing the angle of his hips to a position where Jungkook could access the depth of his sweet pink hole. Jimin sat in Jungkook's strong hands, hips pointed to the ceiling, drinking up the feeling of Jungkook between his legs greedily. His hole was puckered to perfection, eagerly anticipating Jungkook’s mouth. 

From this angle, the only thing Jimin could see was his own stiff cock pointing proudly towards the sky, Jungkook was somewhere below him blowing cool air against his rim, just to watch how the muscle contracted from the feeling. Jimin was sighing into the sensation, closing his eyes to let it take over. 

It was another few moments yet of teasing hot and cool puffs of air against Jimin’s fluttering core before he finally felt the firm hot pressure of Jungkook's tongue prodding at the entrance. It poked it dead center, a few times gingerly, just getting a quick taste at parting opening before it was engulfed in his mouth. His lips pressing hard around the area, sucking the tender flesh into his mouth much like the way he did his nipples. 

It was one thing to have someone lick your asshole, but the sensation of having someone sucking on it like a pair of plump lips was entirely another. Jungkook was driving Jimin crazy with new pleasures, yet unexperienced. He sucked it hard, licking around and into it from within his mouth. Not going too deep, just drawing and probing the tender ring that was engorging from the vacuum of his mouth. 

Jimin was clenching his fists emptily, his eyes screwed shut, lips parted and breathing heavily. Jungkook couldn’t possibly be able to breathe, he had somehow been between his legs for what felt like forever, not daring to release his hole from his mouth. Jimin wished he could reach out and grab fists full of his hair, to show him how good he was making him feel. He needed to show his appreciation, somehow. 

But Jungkook was hellbent on eating Jimin’s ass. The grip on his cheeks never weakened. Licking, slurping, lapping endlessly at the hole until it was soft, engorged with blood and sopping wet. Jungkook finally pulled back, peaking at Jimin from between his legs with sheepish lustful eyes. Jimin’s heart skipped a beat. Jungkook’s mouth was wet and swollen, and he was breathing hard, saliva glistening on his chin, and an innocent smile on his gently parted lips. His tongue, probably swollen too, darted from his mouth to lick his lips. He was clearly hungry for more. 

Holy fucking hell, he’s going to be the death of me, Jimin thought, heart exploding from the equal parts endearing and inhumanly irresistable sight. Jungkook quickly disappeared again, practically giddy, to resume his pleasured task. 

Instead now, he wanted Jimin spread wide open, giving him better access and room to play. He pulled Jimin’s legs from their resting place around his shoulders, and pushed wide and back, keeping his hands around the backs of Jimin’s bent knees. Fully on display now, for Jungkook to truly appreciate. 

“Mmm,” Jungkook breathed, “Your hole is so pretty Jimin.” Jimin blushed at the exposed feeling and dirty compliment. “But it tastes even better.” 

Jungkook was pulling out all the stops to make Jimin’s skin burn with the scintillating embarrassment of his lust filled words. The somewhat humiliating feeling of Jungkook reveling in the taste of his ass brought him a whole new kind of heat that this time went straight to his dick.

Jungkook dived back down, this time Jimin could watch as his head rocked back and forth, licking the supple rippled ring, around and around until it made Jimin dizzy. His cock jerked involuntarily every few moments as if an invisible grip was around his shaft, stroking it with ease, the precum lazily beading down the sides each time. 

The pressure in his stomach of his growing arousal peaking, Jimin wondered if he would be able to cum untouched from the sensation of Jungkook’s tongue in his hole alone. He didn’t have to wonder long, because Jungkook’s tongue had taken root inside of him, no longer content to lap and tease, he wanted to taste his insides.

Now soft and loose, Jungkook plunged his long hard tongue into Jimin’s canal, the ring fluttering around the wet muscle. 

Fuck, even his tongue feels huge, Jimin thought, biting his lips. The whimpering and moaning from Jimin came almost endlessly, only pausing between desperate gasps. Jungkook was stretching and pushing at the walls around Jimin making room for himself to devour Jimin. His tongue darting in and out tirelessly, how the fuck does he manage it? Jimin was tired simply from experiencing it, but Jungkook’s stamina was unmatched perhaps only by his desire to make Jimin completely come off the rails. 

Jimin was clawing at Jungkook’s hair, the sensation and sight of Jungkook hard at work sending him over the edge, his walls were clenching tightly around Jungkook’s sinful tongue, pulsating with impending release. With sudden foresight from the bodily reaction, Jungkook popped his tongue out of Jimin’s ass just as Jimin began to cum. He grabbed Jimin’s already heaving cock, catching its second spurt across his cheek, and engulfed his throbbing spilling cock in his mouth. Milking the base of it with one hand and sucking the cum from each remaining pulse. 

That was a fucking sight. Jungkook’s cum stained face bobbing on his dick could have made Jimin cum twice if he had had anything left in his balls to spare. 

His cock was being sucked to extreme oversensitivity and Jimin was writhing beneath helplessly. 

Jungkook pulled off his dick, cum still pooling in his mouth. 

“Unnhhng, come here. W-want to taste.” Jimin managed, luring Jungkook from the temptation to suck his throbbing sensitive member again.

Jungkook crawled over Jimin’s body, his mouth open holding Jimin’s cum in the cup of his tongue. Jimin dropped his tongue from the roof of his mouth, falling out of it with disgusting desire.

His hooded eyes were heavy lidded, mouth eagerly waiting for Jungkook’s with tongue flattening wide against his chin. Jungkook unfurled the load in his mouth onto Jimin’s needy tongue. The cum and saliva mixture dribbled down his chin as it landed home. 

“Fuuuck.” Jungkook moaned, the sight of Jimin eating his own cum from his mouth was more than he could bear. He dove down to Jimin, sucking and lapping at his tongue, sharing the sloppiest cum covered kiss of all time. Jimin licked the side of Jungkook’s cheek like a deranged animal, his seed mixed with the taste of Jungkook’s skin turning him into a shameless cum loving whore. He loved how he tasted as it mingled with the flavor of Jungkook’s mouth. Knowing he had given him that salty cum flavored kiss made him hornier and prouder than he had ever been in his entire life. He owned that fuck flavored mouth. 

Whatever purity Jungkook had seen in Jimin’s soul was surely replaced at this point with something dark and impure tainting it for all time. He had never wanted to please someone more in that moment. He was a craven wicked slut for this man, and nothing in this world would be too filthy, too obscene, if it meant making him blow his load. 

Jimin’s eyes were dilated and dark, the unadulterated hunger for every bit of Jungkook over taking him.

It was almost like he was giving up his soul right then and there to the devil, and he didn’t care in the slightest. He wanted to be devoured, so that the starving Jungkook could be sated. He wanted to be used, abused. Fucked til he cried, til he was insane, til Jungkook filled every ounce of his body with cum. Fucked like it was his last goddamned night on this earth.

With some effort he focused on Jungkook’s lewd messy cum kissed face, narrowing his eyes at him meaning every single word he said next, “Do your fucking worst.”